Tuesday, 1 November 2011

Silent Broken

A chance to hear your voice again,
Always longing behind the walls.
silence is what i hear,
Yet the walls are sounding.
Laying in repose,
Yet heart's pounding.
sees your face in the crowd,
Hoping it is you-what a shame!
All i have but bitter sweet memories,
Is what i taste.
Only in hope I endure,
And only the wind knows.
Dear wind, tell my beloved what you hear.


  1. Good one Mr.Poet.Felt like I heard your voice really. Your beloved is quite a lucky one Monsieur! Tu se grand! Keep it up.Keep writing!