A silent song of sadness being played within my beating
heart, echoing into my soul with a whispering emptiness
reverberating back to my mind.
Listening intently to sounds of loneliness as they fall
into the music, watching as they ripple across the lake
of abandonment.
At the end a waterfall of silent thoughts are being gen-
erated into my mind and intellect, forming at this very
moment, the poetry I will be writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely, preparing for the emotional tone of your next endeavor. Read mine - Suficiency - Adeline