Within palisades of our mind
secretive moments of love pass through dreams,
and find solace inside a chamber of watching memories.
Reminding each and every memory
how to be an eternal dream,
Whilst all palisades slowly fall inward.
Taking away any desire
leaving a solitary furtive moment,
Alone to weep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dont weep cos memory of love should always be sweet good poem -10