The eyes....
that bear the unshed tears,
are the eyes,
that speak the unspoken words.
The lips....
that speak the purest of words,
are the lips,
whose cries are never heard.
The heart....
that feels the painful aches,
is the heart,
that always shatters and breaks.
The hands....
that carry the wounds and scars,
are the hands,
that never fail, to reach for the stars.
The feet....
that walk through a life of dread,
are the feet,
which on this road, continue to thread.
-Aiyla
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