whistle in the wind
in the soleness of night
absence of words
better than your lies
thoughts running in streams
a nightmare
not a dream
cold breeze
but burning eyes
touch thy skin
a little
a sudden change
no regrets
display no forgiveness
wind- not to be seen;
feelings- not to be shown;
there's no hate without love
like day and night
departed by fate
not a choice of heart
stories of lies
only one could hear
like a secret you would tell
again, i say
whistle in the wind-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem