Discordant

Muted sighs your lips refuse to release

Linger in the air, snatching silence’s peace;

But I, looking through the hazy mist,

See only the caricature of what was once

Your beautiful face and, not really seeing it,

I read the thoughts that reside only in my head

Overlooking the warning in the smile

That escapes your tightly pursed lips.

 

(Continued at Brainteaser’s new address: http://bilingualpen.com/brainteaser/?p=536)

 

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