between those unspoken
and those unspoken
lies this space of my
indulgence.let my poetry speak.
it is gentle.
the unspoken hides and shies
away a little bit
like a child
his heart is always pure.
and he does not speak.
he simply comes near you
and holds your hands
looks at you and smiles.
words do not help him.
purity speaks without them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem