This time she said nothing
But that stare was one i knew
It meant something
A whole lot more
than her silence.
..
As i looked deep
Into her brown eyes
What i saw
Was neither anger,
Nor displeasure
But then, i knew...
..
Momma, i'm sorry
I said as my huge eyeballs
Fed on her fair face
I said sincerely
..
And when she said
'Laylah'... And sighed
I knew that beneath
The thousand layers of
silence laid verily
An unspoken verbiage!
حواء💙
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Solemn reveries
PoetryIt all might be poor, pathetic, pretty, pleasant, putrid and even prosaic but guess what, it's all a part of poetry. 💙✍️
