Silent road, silent night,
Sitting still silent I,
Stares ahead
Into the tranquil murky night
What about this quietude
That haunts me
Bring forth the stinking loneliness
That one had to face quietly
I uttered to me, am I the only?
But heard a faint whispering
All are in a way.
There always are, always will be
Some reticent unuttered voices
That can never be expressed
In any known words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
known words, uttered voice.I like it.