passing smile, unclaimed, yet brightly cast,
It lights the corners where the shadows creep;
A fleeting warmth dissolves the weighty past,
And shakes the gloom from hearts too tired to weep.
No word is spoken, yet a shift is made,
A gentle spark that alters time's dull sway;
The world feels softer, fears begin to fade,
All from a stranger's smile along the way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem