silent words locked within
the ryhm of time that fill
the void in time that may
be the most meaningfull
of them all,
as delicate as the morning
glorys petles.
as sweet as the dew of a hony
suckle on a cool spring morning.
as strong as a titanium bariar.
as mystorios as the stars above.
as beutifull as the suns desent.
always groing like in the ways
of nature.
words that most keep silenced
may be the ones that change
everything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem