In the half lit corridor I beheld his face
Like a lily bloom that youth did unlace
In stealthy steps he walked the night
Or was he in a hurried elfin flight.
His cheeks were ruddy and full I think
Oh the confusion that memories bring
Memories that locked in a box I keep
I open the box when they sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem