There is a thing about words
which is articulately inadequate;
there is a thing about silence
which reveals more than intended
There is a thing about warmth
which has a chilling reminiscence;
there is a thing about cold
which is refreshingly invigorative
There is a thing about laughter
which smacks of untruth;
There is a thing about tears
which is pristine and true
There is a thing about company
which is forbiddingly lonely;
there is a thing about loneliness
which is free from hypocrisy
There is a thing about innocence
which is receptive to wisdom;
there is a thing about knowledge
which makes you a prisoner
There is a thing about life
which bears the shadow of death
there is a thing about death
which makes you value your life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great thoughts, leonard...nice reading you after a long time!