Mislaid.
We lived through a blaze of debate-soaked relationship
mindless of hearing's real worth.
We shuffled in biased cut-price ideas of winner-related
pretensions to obscure feelings.
Agreement went into time's melting pot as shut-eyed
we arranged private new worlds.
We talked ourselves into dry ground, regrets denied
sorry forgot its true power.
Love's ultimate non-sound got mislaid between words
and lost seemed repair's quiet dance.
Shall we reconstruct silence and give Us a last twirl ?
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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A fine write F.
Ah, the beauty of silence! It so typically gets lost in the dance of relationships, doesn't it? Enjoyed it, Fay.
I am writing a poem where I mention speaking to the wind and heard in silence - great piece Fay.
Biased cut priced ideas of winner-- great line. Hugs.
Twirl on Fay, twirl on.
I think sometimes silence and grace are synonymous. What a gift you have!
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