Muted

  
We have lost the true language of love. Not the music, flesh meeting flesh,

But the language, kindness meeting kindness and loving speech cradled

By silence, the heart that listens solely for the joy of knowing yours.

Without this we are but broken instruments, 

Left embittered with sad memories and fading hope

Having forgotten our way home.

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