There's silence in the noisy alley,
As the lost sheep looks for a way;
To reach the others in the flock,
Someone has to disroot the block.
There's silence in a closed heart,
It does not want to share and feel;
It is another heart, cold as steel,
It needs to be melted and burned.
For the sheep to find its shepherd,
And the heart to give real love;
The silence has to be broken and
Rupture itself into million pieces.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem