Precious memories of the past sidle up to minds,
alerting them with reverberations, touching hearts
in silent persuasion, forging new images of the
same scenes.
Songs singing lives out loud in musical scores,
touching and alighting upon past remembrances,
filling eyes and hearts with joy-filled sorrowful
tears.
Placing lives in little spaces all alone where
everything can be thought out and be allowed to
retrace steps back and forth throughout life.
Portraying selves into vortexes of emotion, forever
in a secluded land of your mind, locating peace and
serenity that life rarely offers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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