When you look at me,
My painful thinking stops and turns into tears.
Your unsaid words are still waiting,
Uttered to be expressed,
By cramming into the palate.
I know them all,
As you know your fingers,
Which touches me tenderly,
While they send me the thrill of separation.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
very true.. the silence has its own tongue to speak and expressions say every thing..even the things hiden inside heart are come up to inspire hearts..like you are saying here to your friend that his silence says every thing to you and you feel.. the finger touch of him makes you wake up..its a good conclusion... I can interprect as an open eyes dream..well done dr.mari..doing good job...inspiring enough..10/10
thrills of seperation is also the density of love felt at that moment, at all moments.a poem to treasure.thanks for sharing such beautiful work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what an other wordly unison expressed in the seemingly innocous work