The silent hill

Silence prevail here.

Am at this strange place,
Whence the feeling of emptiness spreads,
filling the air with much silence,
here, nature dare not speak,
So the birds songs fails,
And the crickets creak ceases,
Here, whispers fly about in the air,
Peace and calmness rules out here,
its the silent hill,
And no sound will ever exist,
never ever!

Reviews

[Raja]

Soundless aura in the form of sound speaks to only a few who know how to fathom that audibility. Nature has this wave only natural object can listen to. Some extra-ordinary beings still can hear that presence. It is, that way, rendezvous.

Starting from title to body to ending of this poem, I enjoyed your mastery with words.

Thank you.

Raja.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the poem a lot. I could feel the loneliness and quiet. A excellent poem.
Coyote