The silenced eyes are windows to the soul,purvey within them and they show.
Shrouded revelations guarded there,
buried deep in melancholic pains despair.
At times a reflective compassionate mirror,
flood with tears of sympathetic flaming sears.
Stared blank silence assumed aloofness,
burn with heartfelt feelings in stifled
truthness.
Never take a silence of voice for blank,
still watered depths sing symphony in fact.
~~~Suseann~~~





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