Sound of silence
is lost
to the echoes of darkness.
Wind whispers its passion
To sleepy leaves.
Mists on the windowpane
Reflects glimmering stars.
And silent eyes of wandering
Mind
Wakes up in its consciousness.
Then…
Strange words reconstruct
Into reminiscence,
And a poem is born.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem