Sometimes words remain silent
Actions are loud
Mouth remains shut
Eyes still shout
Many times we talk
But don’t say much
Hold each others hands
And touch says us
If relations are made
and bonds we live
Then journey of the unspoken
becomes a bliss…
I love the opposites…the juxtapositions…eyes shout….I just love your imagery in this poem- great work!
This bought a smile on my face 🙂 Thanx for this time and these precious words Ingrid 😀