Yellowing memories tainted with age and mildew, hoping
for a reprieve from the past for even just a little
while.
Wanting to be relived in minds of vibrant life, seeing
the color and excitement of past times coming alive
once again.
In the present, looking back, smiling and enjoying the
echoes of a glimmering reminiscence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem