Memories... I somehow have lost
and cannot seem to find,
and as the years go by,
so does my mind.
My eyes so blurry as the years
go by... that my pen to
paper I hardly try.
But your name shall never
escape me, nor your face should I be blind.
Those two things I have locked away and
take a peek at from time to time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem