Children foraging in rooms of clay, leaving their
impressions on everything they touch.
Our memories instill it all within our brains, to
remember later on with joy in future years of
loneliness.
As we pass our limits of existence, all of life
will take every impression and leave it in minds
left behind through poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem. Very true said in few words. Yes, one leaves impression in minds through poetry. Loved reading it. Thanks for this beautiful write.