Dreams hang like a mist
over the rocky edge of silence;
Thoughts flow like a stream
murmuring incommunicado
through the valley in between;
Ripples of ideas form and break
like sunlight playing
with the dark green foliage;
Hope wafts like a fragrant zephyr
caressing the silent green
of the serene mountain scene.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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