Still have your favorite key
One that was lost
How do you now open the vault?
Still got that spot on your chin?
Sudden urge to write
Before journey
Begins to a new land
Kept the key with all the care
For all the years
'Do you want it back?
Please let me know.'
Your luminous face
Awash with tears
In memories' attic
'Do you want it back?
Please let me know.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Vivid imagery, and word flow, along with ddep emotions