The silk-dress of rustling leaves,
The moon, the sun and sound of the wind,
Maybe there is something unsaid,
Or perhaps you didn’t want to say anything,
And maybe the wind told me...
What has remained unsaid...
The greatest poetry is often felt rather than heard. Very evocative. As always, Sandra
Yes..it was the wind. Lovely Tsira. All you need is few words to do the magic.
Lovely Tsira - - just lovely - - I love the 'silk dress of rustling leaves' a 10 + + ++ from Fay...
Wind sings through strings her web moon left nights last diamond dew dropps morning found sun with happy color painting whisper each words picture born.. anew...iip
This is such a beautiful poem Tsira...the imagery is gorgeous....Fi 10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sweet and elegant, the poem leaves its effect on the reader.