The surge of silence
The mutation of words
There in my mind
Stories overlap
We went from words to silence
Or silence to words, it's unclear
For lines have blurred
As words and silence merge
Into a language of the falling leaves.
Spring is just in the corner. May the new season give wings to your words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I appreciate the way you personify different objects! Wonderful poetry. You have the potential to make a mark in this field...all the best!