and as the breeze of spring appears,
the discourse does expand its spheres
from quiet pleasantries delight
to whispered words into the night.
the words she says are not the words
she means in halves and then in thirds;
if what is heard is not what's said
then he would know her mind ahead
to utter what she has not voiced
her soul would sing and then rejoice.
though in its shell the words remain
unuttered for her voice to claim,
perhaps in time she will reveal
the words unspoken and concealed.
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
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