Sweet memories are the scent of the heart...
Always smelling sweeter as we share each
other's memorised part.
Good times as well as bad...
To the heart, may well, seem the sadly part.
Always drifting up and away....
Soon, to come back, next we say.
Beyond all memories, tattooed in art...
Forever, as ever, always, a part.
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I would like to translate this poem
Sir Michael Jeffrey...your penchant for blending abstract with poignance never ceases to amaze....Never let it be said thgat the work of Michael Jeffrey Gale be of TENuous substance! FjR