𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺'𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦,
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴,
𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬 ,
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘴,
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 "𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺" ,
𝘕𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴,
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦,
𝘐𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴.
𝘈 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 ,
𝘈 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴,
𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 ,
𝘕𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴.
-𝘴𝘴
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
Unsaid
ПоезіяIt was painfully worded , And beautifully read , The things that were written, Were those never said.
