Between words, a pause lingers,
not silence, but something softer,
a space where meaning shifts,
never quite setting.
Light bends differently on water,
the same river, never the same.
A glance held a second too long,
a breath drawn but never released.
Nothing is ever just one thing-
laughter edged with longing,
a touch that lingers past its reason,
a farewell that never fully arrives.
The world speaks in echoes,
never in answers,
only in the spaces between.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a great showcase of deep feelings…truly amazing…enjoyed. Carry on