Winds
keep
catching
your whispers
voices in my ear
lingering in the evening breeze.
The language and style of this reminds me a bit of some oriental poetry I've read; the Chinese in particular, in some ancient forms will compose a piece built around a single impression or image, which is then elaborated upon in a pure, pristine fashion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Spying through winds or what lovely