The world moves on without a whisper,
yet you rest, untouched by time.
No more sunrises to wake you,
no more shadows to chase.
The wind passes gently,
but you do not stir.
The stars shine,
but you do not see.
Silence wraps around you,
soft as a memory,
deep as the endless night.
And though you are gone,
you are not forgotten.
You remain in the spaces between,
in the echoes of love left behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem