Seen, But Unsaid

We try to paint a scene in words:
A hint of glare, a whiff of breeze —
But find it all inadequate.

For what the eyes take in with ease,
The heart can feel, and memorize —
It’s sad, though, how our words get stuck

Somewhere between
Our mouth
And eyes

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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