Our Hearts Know...

We may pretend
As if nothing happened,
But our lips know everything,
Our hearts know
How the night shivered
Like the plucked violin-strings
With the silent music of stars,
And why the breeze felt
Like the ripples of a lake.
Our faces know the impatience
Of each other's breath,
And also the sweetness
Of the sighs of satisfaction.

Ā© Poet Desh
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