The voice
way too high
to be heard
is the voice
of calm
the voice of pain felt
likemountain
standing strong
the voice
of remembrance
speaks loudly
in its silence
the voice
of pity
courage never hears
I hear a voice
wandering in the wilderness
busy shedding its tears!
The voice not heard, feel it.A poem on life so nicely penned. +10
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I would like to translate this poem
from the unseen activeness of soul, from the ink, from the black apparel of white paper the sound is coming as poem /// nice