Unspoken silent words...
Etched upon my heart
Desires to write and express...
Those thoughts that would tell.
The story of life..
Only to be lost...
For life is unfolded..
Like the beauty of many flowers..
Each petal that drops leaves.
The sight of its presences
Is naked and exposed
To the last of all its petals..
Only seeds that need to grow..
But with tender care
For its beauty to remain..
Is left for you to plant again...