Ships, boats
And ferries,
They all sail
From where
They come,
Where they
Go, I don't
Know....
But in my
Depository
Of sweet
Memories,
They all
Leave an
Indelible
Trail....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How our mind works! What it takes in and what it glosses over, who can tell?