You said, it is high time
I should go.
I said to myself
It is high time
I should go.
Life turns its leaves
Chapters write themselves
Contacts and relations
Small wishes and big dreams
Jostle for space
Dreams remain always dreams
Words remain unsaid
Silence says its words
Half said sentences
Write full meaning on hearts.
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I would like to translate this poem
These dreams and words that have to be held inside inside are also signs of life. The heart is sometimes an alchemical vessel wherein the jostling of wishes and dreams can fuel the refining process inside.