People come and go... they say
They touch your life
They cross your way
Then soon be gone, at each end of the day
People never leave... I said
They are drawn in your mind
In your heart they are laid
For each touch your heart in a magical way
People come...
People go... they said...
But I'd say they don't leave
'til your memories fade...
mathewedanolivernpalma--
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem