Who hopes for the laugh?
That is always coming by.
Who cares for a staff?
That Is always broken.
The hopes that rise anew,
And a desire to begin,
But rising in stealth instead,
Is a silence within…
So far for long I’ve seen,
These clouds as they came by,
I guess, I forgot, they would,
Worsen all the ties.
With nothing there for help,
I try to standby,
I have the courage within,
And I try to lie.
This silence is so deadly,
I should make a cry.
For then only can I slaughter,
The silence that’s so sly.
And lightening tells in whispers,
Strong winds are they no more,
So grow a fragile thing within,
Into a POWERFUL CORE…! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, silence is disturbing. Even though they say no news, good news.