Earth is not telling all
To its biographer!
A break here, an age there -
Muffled perhaps under
Its waves' accounting for.
"Atlantis"; thought I heard
It sigh, but twas a wind
By rumourmongers stirred.
Mists ssh! over Andes'
Ruins at any rate.
Annoying to some is this
The world's secretive trait.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superbly imaginative and extensively profound. The title is perfect.
Thankyou so much