Twinkling gently, touching parts of
my brain with genuine lights of wisdom.
Carefully penetrating their way into my
heart, without causing any harm until
they are felt.
Soothing thoughts of music,
stroking strings of melody's voice.
Keeping words to myself as they are
hurled with piercing tones of anger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem