Reliving yesterday through memories, yet there is no
laughter, giggles or compassion to be heard for videos
of memory have no sound at all.
Reminders all around, bittersweet and beautiful, but
none can be held together like the original times that
I've had in life.
Succeeding only in the achievement of recapturing the
images, no volume or sound to be heard anywhere in my
mind or intellect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem