On dark quiet nights
listen to the telegraph wires sing
as they catch the voices of lost souls
as they whisper in the wind.
Voices of the souls long deceased
with troubles on their mind
who cry out in the night
for help that never comes.
Their voices are caught
like whispers in the wind
to travel for now and forever
until the judgement day.
11 August 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
travel for now and for ever, good writing, thanks