Peace is the sound of the wind rustling
Heard despite the din
of motors running,
horns blaring,
cell-phones ringing,
people babbling
End of a work-week clamoring
It was a sound whispering in my ear
A reminder
Soft but amazingly clear
even in the roar of the man-made cacophony we can make out the quiet...: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed reading this Sonya, even though we are surrounded by noise we can seek out the silence, well written Lynda xx 10