The butterfly took off the colorful wings
From the body piece by piece
Naked the cocoon
Remained only the bouncing blood vessels in transparency
The silver plate of the moon light
Driving the agitation of the day time
Waited for the words unsaid
But they never come…..
Joyfulness is only a silence
A deafening silence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked the imagery in this poem...and the idea too, of a joyful silence.