As the frozen air touched my skin
Shuddered I with sense of Dead,
Being heart and blood cold in sin
Recalling my decisive day’s dread.
The silence grew more than silent.
A hushing sound roamed around.
Whisperings caused soul’s torment
As the tiny rabbit chased by hound.
The sounds audible yet unheard
Being wordless yet only in vowels.
The hurling violent winds stroked
The senses as the wavering bells.
The silent sound broke by dog barks
As if marking the presence of Death
Who called me or summoned in Darks
Of eternity that is buried beneath.
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The sounds audible yet unheard Being wordless yet only in vowels praiseworthy and acceptable that only death summons in the darkness of life.Very avid read for nice a piece of poetry here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for your kind words. i really appreciate it with heart. Thanks again.