In the silence of the night
I hear voices;
coming from that world
where the dead are asleep
where the sound of graves is deafening;
In the silence of the night
when leaves don't stir
when wind tarries over the hills
when birds feel tired and doze off
closing their wings tight
I hear the voices
coming from that world
where to the dead go
leaving a message
that we are travelers too
A profound poem with the "clear message that we are travellers too"… grave and serious
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A GRAVE poem, indeed!