The bead from a necklace,
The kiss from a date.
The love from my parents,
as my curfew was late.
The places I've been,
the places I go.
As far the water,
it flows and it flows.
What things I remember,
what things have I seen.
As dearly they are,
dearly to me.
Beautifully written Yekaterina - You will have many more memories to cherish and write about - keep writing such heartfelt poems... Take care. Love Joey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dep memories is everlasting