Music plunging its rhythms out from under many thoughts and visions as they're contemplated one by one.
Erasing feelings of sadness and sorrow, placating heartaches that have accrued throughout the years.
Now settled down and left alone, no one to remember with, all the good times we've had.
Going down passages of time, memories being brought back in pillows of yesterdays dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem