Between two points,
a silence stretches,
the space filled with unspoken words,
echoes of choices,
each moment a bridge,
spanning what was and what could be.
Light shifts,
casting shadows that dance,
while memories linger,
fragile as autumn leaves,
carried by the wind,
whispering secrets of longing.
In this expanse,
time folds upon itself,
and the heart, a compass,
seeks the true north,
navigating the distance,
between here and there,
between you and me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem