The sweet words of the silence when it utter...
the accolade of the waiting and spirits
of the lovers...
and the savor of breaking a virtue fast
which did last to the forever..
reward the waiting...
be the river
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a master piece of tears conquer every hearts to speak and the lingering fingers wish to turn the dust to be a stone to remember....your lines kept our thought., to wait the rain to blows to freedom. God bless