They would be gossiping all day
about the things that they see
about the tears that they hear
and the sadness they perceive
they will talk about the joy
once they saw, and the sunny days
of the past. About the dreams,
they will talk....if they could
they would have...
but they are silence instead
and for that I am glad...!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
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