The scent of words
In nostalgic breeze
Its poignance wispers, memories
Innoscence spoken melodies
Tales of faded paddies
In bloomed sunflower valleys
The words narrate stories
The glory...
Of my solitary..husky autumn hut
The then solitary me
Weaving wooden words to talk
With my wooden heart
And charming six silent sparrows
About luminous open skies
About wide distant meadows
Sipping words, breathing fragrance
The word drunk in holy silence
A refined poetic imagination, Sanah Meer. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...... then solitary me Weaving wooden words to talk With my wooden heart.... //.... Great poem which motivates people reeling under a spell of solitude. Thanks.