Silently repeating to self every experience gone through
in memories that stay with me forever in measures of time
and rhythm.
Reliving their essence in a certain state of mind, that of
yesterday's sublime joy and happiness.
In the present now, being bittersweet with sadness growing
like weeds within the joy, because many times they're
memories of those I've loved and lost to death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem