What is more than feel and be afraid
when she lived inside a dark well
full of spirits unknown
what is green? what is light?
living from falling things
in your dark place
sometimes a book others times
sounds of people living their lives
just through the wind
and lined up tiny coloured flags
above
she learned what is pray
that sound ~ through the tissue~
sang for her
sweet songs of prayers
so at now she knows what is it
Pain ~learned for herself~
Dark ~ from the well~
Pray~ from the wind~
what she can do with that?
So, she is on your gloomy place
silently
unknown time
suddenly your blonde and curl hair
grows like the perfumed musk on the wall
and they see her for the first time
the wind was more fresh
the voices had the owner
and hands coming with faces
Hands!
what she can do with that?
I don't know
but
out there
~she sensed~
and
long and blonde hairs still grow
on that
damn silent well
life recall where hum of hope holds strength in a whole life is in a well dark captured soul seized in a dark and the only hope is the wind the light in a pray from heart- hands heard sound / i think there a good meaning in recalling this memory from past. hope and pray hands of god to be there where you need when you need them the most to be there to save you again From (dark from the well) and May the wind in her changing mode be with your mode
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reminds me of a song years ago called: Mocking Bird Hill. Read mine - Bloom Of Youth - Adeline
Who is the singer? Thank you for your comment Adeline... :) :)