They rush hurriedly,
To mold into words,
But not all feel right,
My thoughts remain unsaid.
All those things,
I want to say,
They flutter a bit,
Almost reach my lips,
But they disappear.
Words tumble around me,
I pick some,
I string them together,
The words I leave behind,
look a little forlornly.
I want to say something,
Or maybe say it all,
But even in my head,
They don’t sound so pretty,
I nod my head very quietly.
I stay silent,
There is too much to say,
Where can I begin,
And once more,
I say nothing.
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