Door unlocked. And entered my room. All alone,
The cold blanket of silence, wrapped all around me.
A Mirror. Reflections. My beard looks overgrown,
Vision is clear still, obscurity sneaks; wherever I see.
Waves of feelings, miserably gathered; so rising tall,
The satisfaction, wants, memories and regrets.
Each has whisper to scream, but holds a sigh to fall,
A wish. Patience, hope, love or a switch to reset.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes, silence speaks louder than words. Thanks