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The Unsaid Things

There is a richness in the unsaid things
The stuff that lies between two people unspoken
A dream unspoken, a life unspoken
Whereas the lout who blurts out the obvious to fill the void
Destroys the perfect moment of harmony that exists when there is silent understanding
Were a moment of silence inferior, we would never wish to be present within ourselves, within nature

The time between the many lines of a jokes
The sky around the trees, the sea around a fish
The negative space, that gives life to the occupier
Where we may wish to share our deepest concerns with another
Maybe a love best left unsaid is the most impactful of all, the unrequited, unselfish
Love does not need a voice but a gentle touch, a kiss on the forehead, unconditional support

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