I can hear little birds chirping,
Yellow leaves blowing from the ground.
The breeze, oh so peaceful.
Slowly the sun is running out of time.
I could see the night darkening.
The lovely trees that shelter the summer light,
Shelter me at night.
I walk and walk albeit I bow my head to the ground.
Thirsty and sweating But ah, the dew drops, the green leaves
Ease my bruised heel.
The silent street is, my silent dreams, my forgotten desire’s
My heart have nothing to ask for
Often numb by bruises, I encounter journeying to this lonely life.
Yet I owe this silent street of life.
For that has taught me to embrace life as it comes.
To be at peace with everyone and everything.
And utter my mouth only to bless.
One should walk through the silent street
To prune the thoughts and straightened the path of life.
Copyright © Kupmei PHOM | Year Posted 2019