We had so many great times
Hidden away now in mists of the past
But still in my mind;
We reached so many highs
That fate and happiness contrived
To give to us;
As we leave each day behind
To surrender to the next
Where are those moments?
Do they drift in space
In some time warp
On the edge of consciousness?
Or are they lost forever
Evaporated to nothing
Gone, never to return.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem