***THE SILENT SRPEE-***
As all seem to be silent spree by the drift
the dark stone clings to the road side hill
the dry leaves fly across as desiccated
breeze never talks to the grueling oblivion
moment passes bye into the furrows
yester world lays back into the unknown
fear marches like soldier when conquers
deep darkness roars in the wild woods
shadow unsays the reason of the grimace
rivers still bestirs to meet the deep sea
moon stays back from the glimpse
stream eternal flecks its breath by the flow
Silence is a virtue, hides fear or shows great strength from within...deep thoughts to point out in such a great poem... Keep on Dr., Cate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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