frozen moments of past lives,
never to be lived
quite the same again.
Muted portraits
of special occasions,
holding on to memories
never to be forgotten.
Scenic snapshots
of places visited
forever embossed
onto private postcards
with unstamped destinations.
A visual diary
of unforgotten memories
pictures of an existence
depicting its past.
Simple memories
of dreams fulfilled
portrayed by non-fictional characters
smiling at their past
Photographs and memories
are all that’s left
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this........Your first line sums it up for me.......''frozen moments of past lives, never to be lived quite the same again.'' No matter what, you never can get that same exact moment again. Very nice. Sincerely, Mary