Poems: Gade 12- Present Day

Unspoken Truths

In the golden glow of the setting sun, a solitary figure sits amidst a sea of swaying grass, her white blonde hair dancing in the breeze. With unwavering focus, she sketches in her worn sketchbook, the scratch of her pencil against paper barely audible over the rustle of leaves. Her eyes, fixed on the man before her, reflect a mixture of curiosity and affection, capturing every detail of his presence. The air is tinged with the scent of earth and wildflowers, mingling with the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee from a forgotten cup nearby. As she draws, her movements are gentle and deliberate, each stroke a testament to the newfound emotion blossoming within her. Meanwhile, the man stands unaware, in a simple white shirt and worn jeans, in quiet strength against the backdrop of the fading light. His eyes, softened by the gentle glow of dusk, betray no hint of awareness as he gazes upon the girl before him. Amidst the scattered remnants of fallen leaves and discarded pencil shavings, love unfolds in its silent splendor, enveloping them in its tender embrace.
As the evening deepens, the man's voice breaks the stillness, soft yet resolute.
"I know what we both want to say," he murmurs, his words carried on in the breeze, "But we can't say it yet." The girl's eyes meet his, with a silent understanding, they exchange a glance, knowing that some truths are best left unspoken for now. Their smiles convey a mutual agreement, a promise of patience and anticipation. Rising from the grassy field, they intertwine their fingers and begin to walk away, the fading light casting long shadows behind them. As they disappear into the twilight, the air is filled with a sense of possibility, of a love just beginning to bloom. And in the tranquil stillness of the evening, the whispers of their unspoken desires linger, carried away by the gentle rustle of the leaves.