Ancient voices are calling me
From the other side of midnight:
The voices of angels & prophets.
I figure they represent Truth
Amidst vast tapestries of lies.
Although my eyes are blinded by
Artificial lights and my ears
Are deafened by discordant shrieks,
I can still perceive and hear signs;
Which others are barely aware of.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
cool, nice poem! thanks