Implicit

With deep observation, implicit communication, the truth becomes clear; in the unspeakable story, is trust near...

In the silence of a glance, 

we can feel implicit influence;

there are clues hidden underneath,

there’s a story untold..

Words unspoken linger, 

the truth unfolds.

in the touchy conversation, 

where the feeling stirs,

there’s a connection deeper, 

where we don’t have to hide;

implicit, implicit,

in the way we communicate...

with ineffable words;

at the unspeakable time, 

on the journey of growth...

no need for explanations, 

our mind clicks..

Implicit, implicit;

in the layers of our thoughts, 

where the threads of logic align;

every sigh and gesture, 

brings the world to light.

in this space between us, 

we understand each other in -

the silence;

with deep observation,

implicit communication,

the truth becomes clear,

in the unspeakable story,

is trust near...

No need for explanations,

no worry to intrude;

implicit, in the way we communicate;

at the level of being understood, 

we become mindful, find our own pulses;

in the way to make a persuasive influence, 

we’re weaving through- 

implicit analogs,

creative intelligence..

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