Unsaid

This is true beauty in its finest form
The leaves as they jostle in the wind before they fall
The tender innocence in that ribbon which once held the plait in my hair
The calm before the storm

This build-up of sentiments
So many words left unsaid
It stirs my mind
What am I really feeling?
What is it that I’m really trying to say?
I know not
Knot that ribbon back into my hair

Enough

Unsaid

Farwah

Joined November 2007

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