Sometimes words are not enough
to express your pain or pangs
tears or laughter
agony or sufferings
which you endured alone
in your loneliness.
And sometimes you don't need
words or syllables
to understand and feel
thoughts of the other.
It is in the sunshine
which passed through your hair
like a naughty child
peeping through the dark cloud.
You can hear it
in the whispering of the wind
passed by your window last night.
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