Useless Things

Is this the way to help you read my mind?
Through these strange symbols
Scratched In black on white?
Can you not see it in my eyes?
Can you not hear it in my sigh
What useless things words are.
Why can’t we always talk instead through
This gentle press of loving arms
Through soft caresses and silent calm
Through long walks on empty beaches
Where the pattern of our footprints intertwined
Says more about us than any poem ever could

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