Unsaid .
#WritcoPoemPrompt34
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun...
It seemed fascinating
to look at a parrot mimicking
The words which were Harsh and stun.
Slowly the shadow got disappeared
Admist the road full of mist
and I turned back with receding feet.
Dropped the bouquet on the path
Ran in between the dark
But never thought to last .
I accepted the fact and the bitter truth
knew it was a lie
But acted as if it was new .
Even if I
would have told
No one would ever
know the difference between us.
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At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun...
It seemed fascinating
to look at a parrot mimicking
The words which were Harsh and stun.
Slowly the shadow got disappeared
Admist the road full of mist
and I turned back with receding feet.
Dropped the bouquet on the path
Ran in between the dark
But never thought to last .
I accepted the fact and the bitter truth
knew it was a lie
But acted as if it was new .
Even if I
would have told
No one would ever
know the difference between us.
© All Rights Reserved