when i suffer by silence '
as when the twilight comes
to the lap of the darkness
to embrace the whispers
light yet in its subterfuge
to smooch me for a moment
befuddling me by the clouds
raising its curtain to the plume
river when flows by gentle breeze
tears yet flow by the sorrow
blood when pierced by the pain
my quest of song seems as intoned
Beautifully cultured poem Dr. your words fall gently like blossom in a still wind top marks my friend Chris
river when flows by gentle breeze tears yet flow by the sorrow Rachel Ann Butler
There is Always so much beauty in your words.Your poems say so much in such a uniquely beautiful way...even when sad the greatness of the moments can be felt. Thanx so much for sharing......10/10 God Bless Shelley
An elegant, flowing poem, which I thoroughly enjoyed.
Beautiful indeed, and its flowing....suffer by silence as when the twilight comes to the lap of darkness..amazing...I love it and its worth more than +10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
grate poem i could see the words come to life. 'write on'