This life at times becomes stagnant, love has left
itself in an empty room, tears falling and being
left in memories of the past.
Sinking feelings being revived in a song that has
always been a favorite of his, one can tell for his
heart can now be seen and felt.
Coming through the voice of his youth as he remembers
it in a simple way one that he so wants his past to
come back into times of today while measures of rhythms
unfold tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well crafted piece, dear Ma’am RoseAnn....10+++