I hear it as it calls to me
Its like a silent child speaking for the first time
It can be nothing yet everything
Her voice, it radiates in my ears
What else can be silent yet loud
calm yet devastating
can scare you when you sleep
and put you to sleep when on the road
its my mother your mother our mother
shes the wind...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem