Such a small treasure, a few beautifully shaped
Blocks of stones, with a rounded hat on the roof,
Tiny windows on the walls, a few statues resembling
Guards of the heart and a small portal on the façade.
Such a small treasure, with a colossal, warm heart.
I stumble slightly at the door, feeling thousands of
Memories surrounding me, amazed and impressed
I walk inside, past stories dancing around my legs.
Invisible hands holding me, pulling me with them.
Such a small treasure, with tearful, salty eyes.
The book is safely resting beneath protective glass.
The names are written in neat and tranquil lines.
Rows of emotions subtly and elegantly displayed.
I pray and close my eyes to feel the souls of the past.
Such a small treasure, with mighty, stirring life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem