Eyes speak, though lips stay sealed,
Eyes converse, though words concealed.
Turning day to night, unseen, unheard,
Eyes converse, a silent word.
Eighth moon departs, midnight sighs,
Eighth moon departs, as darkness flies.
Half my thoughts, I've said in soul,
Half remain, beyond control.
Wait a while, my eyes, awake,
Eyes speak, a promise make.
Eyes converse, though words concealed,
Turning day to night, revealed.
Jasmine buds, not yet in bloom,
Jasmine buds, escaping gloom.
Whispers rise in forest deep,
Whispers rise as secrets sleep.
Awakened trees, their eyes now speak,
Eyes speak, the secrets keep.
Eyes converse, though words concealed,
Turning day to night, revealed.
Turning day to night, unseen, unheard,
Eyes converse...the silent word.
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