Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

Talking without words , listening


A table stands silently
Like the floor quiet in personality
She stands like the tender tree outside
On a place that simply sits and listens
quiet and reflective
talking without words
the table stands and the floor listens
yet nobody around can hear a word


No words are needed
Because table knows
No matter what
she is never alone
And the truth is clear
As if loudly reported
From floor forever
She will be always supported


The table with her tales
Confides, listening others
While floor merrily looks up
Supporting her silently all life
The table unknown
To the love of floor
Who was always beside



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