Turning pages
Flicking postcards
Dreaming moments that I find
Feeling feelings
Seeing moments
Of the times now left behind
Doubting reason
Trusting fancy
And the pact when they're combined
Where the only things that touch me now
Are the things caused to remind
This opaque world they're confined
As I sit back and unwind
The random garden of my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem