Miscarriage

A prose

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Just a small talk…
Not an old story,
that matter of grief,
Sorrow rises within me.

Wait, those eyes at me,
A laugh stuck in my throat,
Swallowed a bite of tears.

In a moment,
compelled to show,
a sacrificed smile,
flicked my lips.

Floating water of thoughts,
gritting my teeth,
that crystal-clear image.

A moment of recognition,
A faint palpitation,
Suddenly disappeared.

The echoes of dreams I carried,
A ceaseless whisper,
vanished into the silence.

Inadequate feelings,
trembling words,
stop, cannot be shown.

What a Joy,
hiding a tale
of unlived Life!

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