16 FEB 2018 AT 22:23

They came , they held hands, then kissed; sat on the bench and talked probably of love. The girl's head leaned on the boy's shoulder and they spoke in whispers. Maybe whisper is the only way to talk of love. All the most beautiful things on the earth speak only in whispers we hardly try to listen. But I listened to you Love, the way dry leaves murmur a melancholic tune and when the giggling water touches the stones playfully and in whispers, talks probably of love; listened to the soft flowers dancing with the little greens. I listened to your sigh too, when it was time to separate and wait for another eager day to meet again. I listened to you, even the silence; even the tears that came slowly in your eyes and then disappeared .. I know the importance of this little patience and the worth of it. And then I wait, wait to be listened.

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