The angels are so hushed tonight
I've been waiting for their whispers;
My papers are clean, my mind is fogged,
My feelings are full, my words are mute.
I've had my shares of cup refills,
Maybe when my soul is all warmed up
They shall heed and fly this way...
No - I can't hear them yet. Not a sound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully done Melanie! Waiting for the whispers of Angels... (takes a lot of patience)
Thank you Vincent...☺