Through tattered memories
of downfalls and regrets.
An innocence looms
with these pains.
Like a rose
within hell's flames.
Yearn; I do, for its warmth,
and the pureness it hold.
But it dwells in a time
long since past.
Like a diamond
just past my grasp.
With the time this poem
will fade, stored in some memory.
But forever I will yearn
for innocence, just out of reach.
Like the stars
in faraway galaxies...........*sigh*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem