I can peer through the window all day
Just to catch something fair inside my eye
Let it be a reflective glow
Let them see the reflection of
What my mind is thinking
Because sometimes things
Are better when they are not said
Let the silence of my motion
Be the language that speaks to you
Because sometimes things
Are better when they are not said
And sometimes things are better
when they are not read
Then we can get on with doing
What we were meant to be doing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem