Whiling away moments, writing from inner sanctums, holding closely, ideals from childhood.
In blistering heat, watching envelopes being opened and read - all said in pictures of yesterday.
Everything, sounds, tones, voices, feelings, visions, images - all photographically placed indelibly forever.
Characters portrayed, conversations remembered word for word - never forgotten.
Reflections of emotions ever changing, replaying themselves with every thought entering my mind, delicately becoming poetical verses.
Lace-like, enfolding every memory with protective compartments, keeping them safe within for all time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem