Gray currents in the air
The wind passes along carrying nothing but the smell of breath
Eyes observe and focus in something else and nothing again
Some come, some go; others await their meeting with death
The wind passes along, it observes and ignores with nothing to gain
Tears frozen on the air
Clouds gathered where nobody cares, neither the eye nor the dust in the rain
How does it look, how does it sound? What does it matter if I cannot compare...
What do you say? Why are you here? What does it matter when you won't really care...
Clouds are gathered, but nothing again. Only a handful of dust in the air
Whispers lost in the mouth of the air
Echoes of laughter, echoes of fear. All remembered by no one again
Tears of happiness, cries of sadness. All encountered by no one again
Sounds and noises, melody and music. Altogether form nothing again
Sorrows and morrows, colours and flavors. Intertwine altogether, and no one will wallow again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written dude.... I like this poem...nice work Rayn. Laters....Joshua.