Memories flowing, rushing into my mind without reserve.
Strengthening the ties that bind me with the past,
giving me back my family for moments at a time.
Exercising quietly in corners of imagination, quoting
whatever I see in depths of subconsciousness beneath me.
Taking everything in stride as I wade waist-high into
visions capturing my attention, and taking me back to
the good old days of youth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem