Unuttered Poem by Wangchat konyak
Unuttered
Shall I term the silence as Love,
And the pauses in our dialogue
As tender affections?
Shall I deem the laughter
As admiration,
And the enigmatic responses
As adoration?
Is this a myth or a tangible truth?
A myth destined to dissolve into silence,
Or a reality that fate forbids to unite.
Whatever term we choose to assign,
I sense the silence narrates
A tale of unrequited longing.
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