Memories being reflected in mirrors, up and down hallways
of this mind.
Beckoning and wanting to be relived and remembered in many
present moments, not caring about the tears that they will
be creating from within.
Wanting only to be with me in mind, not wanting to crack
or break any of the beautiful pictures of life that have
already been painted onto the canvas of my soul for an
eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem