Between us, something stirs,
unseen but deeply felt,
like the quiet pull of the tide
drawing sand to the sea.
Your voice carries warmth,
each word a brushstroke
painting
light across the day.
I finds you in the stillness,
in moments that linger longer
than they should.
There's no script,
only the soft unfolding of us,
two souls moving-closer,
as if the universe itself
had been waiting for this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem