Turning back the pages
of my mind
returning to another
day and time
Silhouettes on display
Always dancing, on the
pages of my mind
Walking on a summer day
Two young lovers on dis-
play
dances on the pages of
my mind.
Once I thought your love
was true
now what is left of you
dances on the pages of
my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem dances on the mind reflecting memories to the end hope its a lovely waltz...regards