11: 29 a.m.
Writing into depths of this being, taking many
memories and images into the albums of a mind.
Following pathways along empty stretches of
life, looking for hopeful endeavors to
accomplish. 11: 29 a.m.
(10/25/14)
Two thing mixed memories and hop and beautifully projected - memories and images into the albums of a mind. thank you lovely
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I would like to translate this poem
Your poem is framed by a time designation of 11: 29 - Does this refer to the simultaneous flow of time within, in contrast to its plodding movement for us in daily life? Certainly, your poems suggests things are tumbling into the mind and filling metaphorical albums. Someday these mental treasures may come out of the mind as poems. For the time being they will exist in the mind and gather value the longer they luster within..