A gathering of many
woman, men, children.
A spot where they come
to reflect, cry, or share
a precious moment.
The clear blue sky
embraces the rich sun.
The river near echoes
a steady rythm.
The birds applaud
singing a soft melody.
Familiar and unfamiliar
faces gather with no
expectations.
Their only wish is to be as
one with their surroundings.
An ocassional nod followed
by a smile.
A moment captured by few.
The silent acknowledgement
of a mutual engagement experienced
by passing strangers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is very true... 'The silent acknowledgement'... I like that! Brian