Sunrise

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.

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