Flowery intricate garlands of words, they hide,
All that is not revealed.
For could we really have found,
Intricate enough words to wrap emotions in.

Isn't it strange to find,
How many emotions that brew,
In the depths of our brains.
And yet almost, in our finger tips we can  count,
The identified expressions and feels.

What about the cocktails of emotions,
Those which belong not,
In the rigid compartments we have created.
What of those we feel,
Which we cannot express to,
A soul in the world.


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