Mute to words of reason,
Lost intention gropes
Dim in the memory
Of a past forbidden love and hope
That seem forever lost...
Echoes still persist,
Repeating the message
Delivered by suggestion
In the deafness of language...
Empty, empty canyons
Make louder wanting sounds
And their silent ways
Become vivid footprints
Of mindful grounds...
Tunes ardently played once,
Impressing within her ears,
The sphere of sound
That now she cannot longer hear...
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Wow as in WOW! I wonder how you could appreciate my poems as well! ; ')
This speaks out to you, and the words flow, and makes you a part, of the poem, it was just a lovely poem
Yet, we've lost the gift of silence...... and the essence of silence! ! ! ! It's a great poem, excellent penning! ! ! 10++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A big 10 Romeo. I like this poem a lot. Silence can be a blessing, silence can be a curse