Glances meet,
words linger on the tongue.
A hand rests beside another,
almost touching,
almost pulling away.
The space between us breathes,
filled with everything left unsaid.
Perhaps silence is not emptiness,
but a language without letters,
a conversation without sound,
where everything is understood
without a single word lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem