I slipped into the room waiting
For the silence to appear
To hear silence is strange
A weightless thing
like the wind on a
spring day
you can feel it
you can touch it
you can wrap it
around you
like a blanket
to make you warm
and for those who
wallow in despair
who see nothing but more
It can restore.
ES Donald
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem