O words can build, heal or destroy.
They can be tinged with light or shade.
Words can add colour to sparse thoughts.
In poetry they can be profound.
They can connect us to the source
Of the heart's longing. They can hint
At realms and kingdoms of silence;
Hidden beneath distraction's din.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks James...very much appreciated!