World of Words

Their voices came like clouds of rain,
Wiping out all that I thought of her,
I was wrong to believe, but I did.
Where is she now? – only the whisper of a name.

Will the gossiping only die in the desert?
When none are left to speak.
Will my ignorance vanish only when I am gone?
When I have no more mouth to speak.

So be it, I am no more with this world of words.