Unsaid

I wouldn’t have been silent if
Evenings had a voice
If,
The setting sun had any last
Song to sing
And the retreating birds, to
Take the last flight.
I couldn’t speak, just
Couldn’t
When the eyes have seen what
Conspires beauty into enigma,
The colours as they merge,
Only to get lost of their
Own shade, there
Isn’t much to say
All there is,
Peace.

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