it is nice to say
nothing
this i always see
in the other
person
always silent
nods when asked
shakes his head
when he disagrees
i wonder if being
mute is
a beautiful feeling
for that is what
skies and
seas do to us we who
stroll along the park
trying to figure out
how come we
love this noise
and miss it
when we are facing
the storms of
our lives
i dream to be secretive
for once
hide in the silence of
my loneliness
but the dread comes
rushing
and if i do not speak
i die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Please speak my friend, keep free, and we shall listen to your songs, sigh nature is not mute at all, I guess it's only us, who don't want hear its voice...