Some things you can't remember
Some things you must forget
Some things burn down to ashes
Some haven't happen yet
Some things are gladly treasured
Like pockets filled with gold
They show up on a glad day
Like presents they unfold
A few are stamped and branded
Firm footprints on my soul
Those moments unexpected
A dark love one day stole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'like presents they unfold', ' firm footprints on my soul', hope you get the gifts back!