Rummaging around in pools of sorrow, wondering what it is
that I will find in their depths.
Memories that have been misplaced or forgotten in time,
now being revived without any reprieve or mercy.
Tears beginning to flow, filling rivers with glistening
drops of crystals.
Wanting to turn away from it all, something pulls my
heartstrings, not letting me go until I have traveled
every pathway of reminiscence, seeing images and visions
of the past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem