we are in deep trouble
we do not
however make it worse with the use of any word
there is nothing more effective
as a solution
except this enduring silence
our eyes speak
and shall determine if we are still worth
our salt
we follow always the principle of the flowers
noiseless in their beauty
even in the middle of the storm
you can never hear the panic of their sepals
the petals may have fallen to the ground
yet lips sealed & definitely fate is accepted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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