Unseen

The stench of sorrow,
Is the understanding of a soul.

The beauty of one's face,
Is the immortal hand reaching out.

The whisper of a cloud,
Talks secrets and stories.

The tears of a clown,
Only show inevitable feelings.

The following of eyes,
explains forever love towards another.

The wrinkles of tired skin,
Prove many fatigued years.

A proud mother,
Shows success in an ascending child.

A forever friend,
Will show you all feelings,
Including the lost ones,
And will open unimagineable doors.