Each glance observed, each subtle shade, no detail lost, no move unmade. They hold their tongue, a conscious keep, for unleashed words can wound so deep.
Tactical restraint, a careful art, emotions banked within the heart. The storm within, though held so tight, will break one day with fearsome might.
The spark that sets the fury free, will face the blaze, inevitably. Mistake not silence for the frail, behind the smile, a hidden gale.
A wellspring deep, you cannot know, the force contained, the seeds they sow. So tread with care, and learn this truth, the calmest souls hold the fiercest youth of feeling, held in patient sway, until the dam gives way one day.
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