Silent Wishes

If I knew how to let silence speak,

I would’ve gathered the leaves

Of a fallen autumn

And let the winter Sun

spread its warmth.

I would’ve built a heap

of the running brooks

like sand dunes in the Sahara.

Formed a canopy of green

under a firmament so blue

and let swallows chitter

in distant heavens.

I would’ve let my feet

vanish on deserted roads,

and raindrops ring some

far-off wedding bells.

I would’ve told you how

the blowing winds

just whistled in my ears.

Maybe that would’ve been

The full circle

and not just an Arc.


Only if I knew

how to let silence speak.

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