souls frame joy,
delicate delight
that soothes the eyes,
that scents the air with perfumes
from imagination,
plays music on the heartstrings
aching to be used and filled
with love
for memories just pave the way
to future pleasures,
words waiting in the wings
to give the lonely spirit
peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i dont think memories really give the spirit peace, but i like your poem, it was enjoyable to read