Words are often spoken too much.
They're no substitute
For touch.
People use words to fill the space in-between when they can't let silence intervene
or fill a room
comfortably.
Talking is good and fine
But silence is a wine savored
between two that don't need loud words.
At most, a whisper is enough.
Else you won't please the pulse of the heart that knows
there aren't words for moments like these.
There aren't words for poem's like ds I'll rather say :) I have to give u points fo d way u ended nd proceeded d whole poem, beautiful :)
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I would like to translate this poem
I commend you that your spelling is lovely. The theme of this poem is universal. Read mine – Frustrated Plans – Adeline