Whispers off the sound made by the wind.
Send but seldom found
More than a noise.
More of a choice.
Blown by one voice.
Gods of thunder.
Entities of the skies.
Creatures and creators.
Silver violet butterflies.
The listening from the call.
Be deaf and become dumb.
Ears do not hear.
Eyes which never fear.
The heart beats in the grave.
Where tombs flower the bed of the dead.
Leave tomorrow.
Use today.
To bury all your sorrows.
Pain can not be bought.
And surely never borrowed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem