Listless, wandering aimlessly through catacombs of my mind,
looking for artifacts and relics that may be lying about on
photographic screens of forgotten and latent memories.
Thinking to bring them up, visiting their importance now,
sensing they have some significance in this life.
Affording intellect, chances to recollect and decide for
itself if they need to be written about in time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem