There are words, I did'nt say,
But you should have known.
There are lights which are off,
But glow when you watch.
See the girl so sad,
Go give her hug and you'll see her go mad...
Why do you go behind the touch,
And not the feel?
Is it always me who does not speak,
Or the world keeps its ears and eyes shut,
And calls my words 'unspoken'!
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A refined poetic imagination, Vanya. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.