(OCTAVE)
In contemplative silence,
Mixed with pensive hush,
Emotions bloom like petals,
Weaving a tapestry of due
Resounding introspection
That speaks the soul's
Profound language.
(SISTET)
Down the depth of my spirit,
A voice reverberates inward;
My hearing heart conceives.
The cheer of my soul appease
My mind in turmoil and frenzy.
Awakening the ecstasy of joy
Ndimancho T. Nyowikeh
Done: 6th April 2024
At: Nkor-Noni 1: 54 AM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem