tiny flickers in my memory,
making big waves in my eternity,
making me remember,
how to love,
how to smile,
how to fly,
making me realise,
that even in this hypocritical world,
there is still hope
there is still light
there is still warmth
that can save our lives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice little poem but its not a Villanelle. Check your poetry form.