Words are wandering in the airy mind,
trying to find an escape
give form to the unexpressed solitude of every thought.
Thoughts that are derived from an unknown place
where the dreams are born,
where life is moving,
where someone dreams of his life.
Can those thoughts have words?
Can those thoughts being born as any other thought?
Those thoughts are dreams that exist beyond every word,
exist in a dream where life becomes a dream.
Words become the breath of those dreams,
a breath carried by the wind through every existence
and shivers every sinew of the earth and the universe.
Those words are being heard by those who hear their dreams,
by those who hear the dream of life, the dream of earth, the dream of being a human being beyond existence.
Words are becoming just dreams.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem, although I do not have the words to express myself like the other commenters... at least I was the first to give you a 10 hehehe :)