Echo in the mountains
reflecting in the moon
hearing the sound of your shoutin'
what did you say
the mountains will know by what you do
echo, echo, echo... all day
Knowing, not knowing
repeating over and over
not knowing why the moon is glowing
making conversations with yourself
asking again and again
only getting the response you could find on the shelf
Echo in the mountains
reflecting in the moon
hearing the sound of your shoutin'
what did you say
the mountains will know by what you do
echo, echo, echo... all day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This had a nice flow. I liked your choic of words... and the dreamy aura of it all.