Looks quiet, yet so loud.
When she speaks, her words
Are few, and like a midnight
Whisper, only a few get the message.
Silence, the secret keeper;
She knows both truth and lies.
She listens to the truth, but creases,
When the terrible odor of lies fills the air.
I am Silence, and I hear.
I heard the hysteria, yes, I did!
I heard the mockery, even the
Backbitings, but none made me speak.
Silence speaks
When you're done;
Laughs to every joke,
Even the dry ones tickle.
Silence is always loud and clear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem