If my earnest desire
no longer whispers
timely utterance echoed through mountain throng
my words might reach you
like silent rain drops
from the depth of silence
let it melt the ice
and bloom
the feeble pointed spikes of flowers in blowing winds
if you find rose petals
in your way
my love that laid swale in rows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A super winsome poem so poetic sweet to read. Great to read u again.
Thank you Zainub, much repects for reading