Layer upon layer of memories in my mobile
Choosing what to keep or discard
A memory caught up with me
Timespan, unspinning
spools on my mind
the meanings
Discarding
photos
in
huge
albums
Mark chapters
in volumes of life
Nonsensical, irrational
A purple bear remains in
display, but the one who gave
no longer there, still warm when
touched, an inanimate object animates
Memories, wanting to be recovered, sealed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The bright eyes were wet with tears in recalling, only the purple bear knows this. A photo reflects loneliness but the message is mistaken for something else. What you see is your own interpretation or what you choose to see in anyone.