Walking in the woods,
On quiet and cold night.
Engulfed in darkness,
Don’t know where I’m going,
Or how I came here.
The wind whispers through the trees,
Sounding like a ghost.
I shiver in the wind,
Looking around to find the whisper.
I feel a tap on my shoulder,
Scared,
I run down the trail.
I stop,
Short of breath.
Then I turn around,
To see a strange figure,
Standing in front of me.
I see that it’s not human.
Unaware of what I’m doing,
I move closer.
I get so close,
That I can hear it whisper.
What are you saying I ask,
It just keeps a low voice.
I get even closer,
Its saying help.
I say,
But I can’t help you.
It reaches out for me,
I back up,
Tripping over some lose roots.
It disappears,
And that’s how,
I met the whisper in the wind.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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