I’ve found a note written with your hand -
A little piece of paper in my drawer
With out-of-date notes – my little island
With a buried treasure – I, discoverer.
I touch gently letters like the blind,
As if I stroked your fingers – one by one.
Scores of memories come in my mind,
I feel pulsating blood in your palm…
I can’t throw it away out of my desk.
It’s impossible – it’s too painful,
I don’t feel up to doing it – to wreck
The return to the past – the symbol.
I hold it close to my chest with sadness.
My tears fall down on the dear sheet -
All my life, and all my happiness,
And a priceless memory – so sweet…
Awwww.....so sweetly written...memories on a piece of a paper!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Romance is alive and well in this nostalgic poem. Lovely work, Jolanta. Warmest regards, Sandra