silent are the desires
which heart denies to share,
with every breathe does
a new thought appear.
silent are the dreams
which always moved around,
awaiting for the bliss
to make them reach the celestial ground.
silent is the mind
which has events to explore,
tired with the logical perceptions
retrieves back like a dead shore.
silent are the emotions
that wish to be interpreted,
they often loose their value
in words, when, get repeated.
silent are those moments
when promises are made,
now are they eager to witness
but uncertainty hidden makes me afraid.
silent i am fir the beginning new
expecting to find, life in a golden hue,
living the dreams, is a dream again
let time spell on me it's magical dew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice. Beautiful poetry on silence.