The words not spoken sting more

The words not spoken

sting more, like thorns

hidden beneath

an umbrella of red petals

masking sun's glow

— a manmade division

between us. Like a book

clasped shut, firmly

under one's grasp

to secure

to ensure

its pages are kept

untouched.

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