Many times while on a conscious journey,
My mind gets a sudden twitch in its knee.
It takes a detour to thoughts from the past.
Remembering scents and voices that still last.
Sometimes it brings a slight smile to my face…
Sometimes it swells a tear and slows my pace.
Layers of my mind are like pages of a dream…
Constantly surfacing with memories to redeem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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