nowadays you don't want to pause
because you know if you do
you will realize a long time has passed
what you are looking for is hidden too many layers below
most of them have been moments of restlessness
unruly put to rest over each other
because a new layer was awaiting
and their burden is like half read books stacked
laden glances add their own burden every time
you walk across the room
here memories are like the book covers,
its the deep embedded feelings, that you once felt
that help you turn the right page, unfold a particular layer,
you can't hold it for too long
but trying adds another layer,
you won't pause for a long time again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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