Like shadows they lay low
Memories hidden deep in the heart.
Like mist they sublime
Tears that prick the lids apart.

No language to express
The rhythm that beats in the heart
Sadness or joy, love or contempt
No where to end nor to start.

Meaningless entanglements
In this drama to aptly enact,
What to look for in earnest?
Who promised whom what?

Lips curve up to smile
Not in joy, not at a joke.
Eyes close in peace, as
Everything simply is bespoke.

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