no reply by owl
when it sees night playing foul
his silence is dead
as the moon reflects
and echoes in the valley
screams for the unspoken words
to melt and give way
for unrealised
dreams hanging over mountain
like dewdrops on rose petals
Unspoken words! ! . Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The best part of it is still hidden and unseen. I liked what u wrote on nightlife.
Thx Much my critic friend. .