Dusting off my mind, cleaning out all the
debri that has collected during the years.
Throwing out what is no longer needed and
filling myself with all things good.
Placing special moments in frames and
hanging them in corridors of my mind, so I
can gaze at them often, brightening my mood
when I am displaced in sorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem