Mouths close.
To once be open.
Words heard to conflict,
Become pointless...
In the doing of this.
When truth speaks for itself,
Needless is it to dispute.
Or anything to say.
But to sit and listen.
With it to hope no one notices,
Who is deserving...
To pay attention the most.
Without it made obvious!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem