Memories are running water in the river
That flows away with it's melancholic trickles.
They were once in front of my eyes,
But with just a blink of my teary eye
They are gone without saying goodbye.
Memories are tiny dews of water
Forming like tiny crystals
On the tips of Lilac's petals
On a misty morning in Tagaytay City.
I was staring at their dazzling beauty
But with just a wink of sun rays
They turn into a vapor
Bringing all the sweet memories
Towards the unreachable sky.
Memories are oft to be ephemeral water,
And with this sullenness of reality,
I must keep writing,
While my heart can still bleed ink
To write all these temporal memories.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes memories are short and not certain whether they will return in life.Nicely penned.