Yesterdays are gone, I keep trying to reach for
them, but they are a dream of the past.
No longer able to be enlightened in the present,
giving only an account of the tomorrows that will
never be.
Opening photographic screens, watching what has
transpired and now cannot be recaptured due to
the present being here.
The future will soon be seen and today will also
be gone, sent soaring into the past of yesterday's
memories only.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem