A refined thought,
A distilled word,
Fall short of the task,
The task to tell.
For things worth saying,
Are best left unsaid.
So walk away knowing,
Knowing this well.
A closer look,
A look at the misty eyes,
You know the Tale,
Of the present and the past.
But things worth saying,
Are best left unsaid.
So walk away knowing,
Knowing this well.
The Tale cannot,
And will not be told,
Futile is the spoken word,
The speaker knows.
Hence things worth saying,
Are best left unsaid.
So walk away knowing,
Knowing this well.
The depth of silence,
The power of smile,
And you know the Tale,
And the feelings sublime.
So things worth saying,
Are best left unsaid.
So walk away knowing,
Knowing this well.
A distilled word,
Fall short of the task,
The task to tell.
For things worth saying,
Are best left unsaid.
So walk away knowing,
Knowing this well.
A closer look,
A look at the misty eyes,
You know the Tale,
Of the present and the past.
But things worth saying,
Are best left unsaid.
So walk away knowing,
Knowing this well.
The Tale cannot,
And will not be told,
Futile is the spoken word,
The speaker knows.
Hence things worth saying,
Are best left unsaid.
So walk away knowing,
Knowing this well.
The depth of silence,
The power of smile,
And you know the Tale,
And the feelings sublime.
So things worth saying,
Are best left unsaid.
So walk away knowing,
Knowing this well.
1 comment:
Beautiful. Like the words I tried to give to a feeling, but could not find.
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