silence has a certain depth
i've been there and there was really no
complete measure of
the phantom's haven
noise comes as a traffic jam of
feelings
the soul of the night howls
and the limping grasses over the fields
of memories scatter
like a crowd bombed
into pieces of scars
there are no ears
the wisdom loses itself in the hollowness of
wasted emotions
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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