In the hidden caverns of the mind
Are memories stored and catalogued
Forgotten until something reminds
Sparking emotion; images are recalled
A scent, the sound of laughter
The color of vibrant autumn leaves
Bringing back images long after
Like ransom being returned by thieves
3/5/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Theresa there is so much rich imagery in these few lines. Thanks for another lovely poem.