Music playing softly, flutelike, through my mind, touching
chords of memories, forgotten back in time.
Fearlessly tip-toeing over them, loving and holding them
closely to my heart.
Tears filling a joyous past, times gone by, saddened now by
thoughts of funerals and love lost once upon a time.
Flickering like candlelight through my mind, settling down
within keeping me company on lonely days spent by myself,
alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem