Memories left
With a bittersweet breeze
of days and years
gone by
recalled into
the wrinkled pages
of old poetry writings, diary entries,
and faded pictures of the past.
Time. What irony?
Drifting across the pages of life
to a pair of ocean blue eyes
searching the soul
for what will become tomorrow.
Questioning softly with a knowing grin
pondering life once again.
the ocean blue eyes
searching over and over again,
there is so much left to learn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem