All alone - I stand in front of a mirror
Leaving my memories behind - like falling leaves of time
Zooming the frames captured in my minds celluloid - a desperate try
Hardly my efforts yield any fruitful result - rewinding is impossible
Even though the results never satisfy -
I am not going to quit the fight;
Me and my ageing memories have reached an edge
End line is approaching - too fast
Romantic death with my present only
'Am not worried - but waiting for
Some Angels to join my fligh
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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