There are no words heard,
To hear them said.
That will make a difference,
In appearance.
Of what remains felt,
Staying in one's heart cemented.
Regardless who tries,
With sincere intentions to remove.
Since those words heard to hear,
Will one day fade away.
From one not to remember,
When or who said what to forget.
But that feeling felt,
Has a way in one's heart to reminisce.
Timeless!
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