Translating the silence
That’s what I do
In your cold eyes
I see the inner you.
The woundless air
That you breathe
Suddenly shows you in a form of bare
Simplicity underneath.
Moulding you into something new
When I transcribe the silence
In my mind, I continue
Seeing through your now-spirited eyes.
As your ardent eyes
Speak silently to me
Now, I know why you showed us all those lies
Ago, they took your heart away and bruised your knee.
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