I don't have the answers,
I listen to the winds
to the sea
break on the shore
to the birds
sing
their song, to me
to the trees
the way
they talk
in silent moments
they are the music
they,
who give their dreams to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful listener. Last line is in beyond expection of a reader with the use of word 'dream'. Nice poem. Run long....write more... Regards, pranab