In the forest of whispers,
In the soil of forgiveness
I plant a seed,
I bury a secret;
/
With the warmth of my touch
And the moisture of tears
A new willow will grow
In the forest of whispers
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And not a soul will know,
And nobody will hear
What I said to the Earth
Or if She forgave me
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For the rustle of leaves,
And the wind’s songs to sunlight,
And the wolves’ – the moon
To the human ear sound like nothing
Very lovely imagery in the poem.
Inspired by a re-watch of one of my favorite films of all time – Kar Wai Wong’s In the Mood for Love. Glad you enjoyed it!
Sound all too much like nothing
Must be they are whispering too then
They are, but we discard as ‘nothing’ or ‘unimportant’ most things we don’t understand. We often lack the patience and the open-mindedness to really listen, so we are very limited in what we actually hear.
Thank you for reading, Carl!