The
weeks
months
years
keep
haunting
me.
Running
the
corridors
of my
mind.
Refusing
to let
go.
A silhouette
from the
past,
another
time
A wonderful
someone.
A hearts
door
refusing
to close
ever
present
leading
me into
the
future.
Yet more proof that real love never dies.........and never really leaves us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ever present is word full and beautifully expressed poem. Leading me in to the future. Thanks a lot for sharing my sister.