Memories Poem by Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar

hidden in the old album, lie at the bottom
of the drawer with fading, yellowed photographs
and postcards. wizen with greenness July petals
of the summer, reminded the joy and tormenting
sadness.

ink pages of diaries as chronicles
accustomed to dates written down,
of names, of events, of adventures
are hiding our often not solved secrets
painted with the view, and revived with
memory supported with story other for pasts

notes on the margin are stigmas of passing
are moving it closer memories from holidays
and the light-hearted time, childlike joy
and rapture of hearts accustomed
to the inevitability of diverging already
to the thing next.

and I hear the noise of the sea...
and I see your eyes...