Glimpsing the fresh-breathing beauty around me
The silentless speeches of birds in the trees
The restless half-chatter, half-song of the leaves
I hear them when Spring comes - and leaves.
Smiling at people who struggle around me
The silentless crowds who gather and flee
The restless half-lives and half-deaths of believes
I see them as time comes - and leaves.
Shading the stars as they sparkle around me
The silentless night, singing softly its myths
The restless half-words and half-feelings inside me
Wistfully stirring when love comes, and lives. |
