The awkward silence chokes him.
giving us double hearing
that cause our hear to dribble
like any cast away ball trying to get
through the hole of a new life.
The silence kept on increase in
volume- consuming us with the
'what next theory'
The silence diced the time into motion figure trails-
He waited for the word- a word
to illuminate the mystic aroma of silenceness.
he waited for waves to finally break
mysterious vacuum of the weather.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting poem and the word pictures show. Liked that aroma of silenceness. Read mine - Cicatrix - Adeline