For when I am silent,
My hands still speak
For when my mind rests
My soul gathers the turmoil
Keeping the peace meant
For only the calm to unearth
For when I am silent
My voice so strident
With words so supple and firm
Lucid yet so deep
Only the standing pinnae can heed.
When I am silent
My soul welcomes
The congregation of dreams and truths
Edifying a castle of emphasis and gratis
A fertile land to uncover real me
Where cruelty quaver not.
You’ll find in me an asylum of peace,
Only when I am silent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
even on your silence mood sometimes body language had spoken to it..and you did not silence yourself with your poetic write..well expressed..well penned..10 Ency Bearis