How often does language fail to express the tempest within?
Words pour endlessly and yet to understand,
One has to search between the lines. Misunderstood.
Missed in translation.
Tongue coated with a vocabulary that remains silent.
How often too the touch of a hand is enough.
A parting of lips. A sigh. An embrace.
Goodbyes at sunrise.



33 thoughts on “Sunrise

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  2. Beautiful poem, the first part especially, I wonder a lot about this, I’ve found it difficult sometimes to get the point across, its hard to express some things in words. Beautiful pic too.

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    • Goodbyes warmed by starlight. We seldom think of it that way: our sun is our closest star and – unless something changes very soon – the only one we will ever come quite so close to in our lifetime.

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