The word not spoken
goes not quite unheard.
It lingers in the eye,
in the semi-arch of brow.
A gesture of the hand
speaks pages more than words,
The echo rests in the heart
as driftwood does in sand,
To be rubbed by time
until it rots or shines.
The word not spoken
touches us as music
does the mind.
沉默的含義
無聲的語言
並非完全聽不見。
它盪漾在眼波里，
表露在眉宇間。
一個心照不宣的手勢
勝過萬語千言，
縈繞心靈的迴音
好象浮木浪跡於沙灘，
隨着歲月的消磨
不是燃燒，就是腐爛。
無聲的`語言
觸及我們的情感，
恰似有聲的音樂
撥動人們的心絃。
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