I stand here in the bright morning light
as the day begins as it always has
within the folds of time’s memories,
remembering how my life used to be.
My body reacts as I see back in time,
feeling the gentle touch of rose petals,
soft spoken secrets whispered so close;
such are the memories of her hand in mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem