Who’ll listen the story of a silent drop?

" I prefer not to reveal the sense of the poem through description

They say you’d been here,

Like a beam befall sky,

To encode snow of a space,

For decoding the feelings.

They say you foresee,

In the vision of past,

To care the presence,

By robbing the time.

They say you dance,

Like a melting snow,

To decorate the palace of heart

With the twinkling star.

They say often you wail,

In seeking the sense of my absence,

Glorifying the desolation,

Through metaphorical phrases.

They say you narrate

The song of intimacy,

In the fire of memories,

Of bygone era.

Who are they?

Voice of a lonely soul, forgotten the goal.

Even if they devote to you

Who’ll listen the story of a silent drop?

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Oh my..first read of yours here on a cold Sunday morning...
Love all your lines but went back again to reread your poem and I really love your line "By robbing the time"
There are so many hidden meaning in your descriptive words.
If you have time perhaps you might enjoy my poem Miles Apart or Hand In Hand
Lisa, now in Spain