Unspoken Poem by J Sheba Anandhi

Unspoken



While thinking about our few encounters
Came the scent of rain on dry earth,
Honestly, I have no faith
And would find no mirth
In following through a dreary persuasion,
Hidden deep within are a hundred desires,
Which would remain evermore unspoken.

Saturday, April 10, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: desire,rain,thinking
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