Soft limpid tears,
Subtle beyond imagination,
No shield could withstand them.
The heart is pierced,
Precious juices flowing, leaving.
Can't tend the wound.
Now cold and dark,
Like timeless space,
It seeps no more.
Silence is a lie!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there's a creative twist in this poem, the fact that silence is, indeed a noise itself. hard to wrap the mind around that concept, but it's fun trying to. I'm not seeing how the rest of the poem really comes together in the last line, but then again, maybe it's a logical, rather than emotional paradox..that being said, it moved me in me, I'm just not sure how...either way, it was an interesting visual...well done. Always, Amberlee