Solemnly listening to melodies of yesterday as they fill
this mind with a quaint satisfaction of what used to be
in life.
Rhythms rising and falling with a breath of life and death,
coinciding with the reality of every day living, ulterior
motives breaking through off and on.
Yet they never quite catch hold, leaving a mind bereft to
dwell in pastures of yesterdays that will never be seen
again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem