the dust, the wind, the air
just seems in the world there is no care,
no meaning, no sound,
the whispers are piled up on a mound,
the unheard of sound is unattainable,
its unexplainable
the grass is moving,
the cows are mooin,
the kites are flyin
there is just silence......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
stayed on subject unlike some people and at this point id say that you took the lead