i do not speak,
as you do not hear,
i do not run,
as you sense no fear,
i do not cry,
as you feel no pain
we have no need to pray.
for you and me, we are the same.
the difference of time,
is but a dream away,
The uncustomed tounge,
is still warmed by the same sun.
your winds will always reach me,
as your words shall forever teach me,
i do not miss you,
for you are within me,
softly beating on the chambered walls,
of my heart.
we do not speak,
we whisper.
for our words,
are only for us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is really beautiful Vincent, a lovely read. Moyaxx