'I don't remember the things
we talked about
the places we visited
and the time we met
but it all comes back to me
I pictured your smile
the way you looked
and your voice when you sing
I don't remember the melody
all I know you sing for me
in twilight years of life
our youth are long gone now
the glimmer of hope
that I will see you again
has now faded
I hoped my days grow longer
to have more memories
that somewhere out there
someone will read the poems
I'll write for you.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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