Look back and reminisce…think about the great times we missed
Yellowed pages of an old journal, holds memories deemed eternal
An old withered rose… kept between the pages of a book of prose
Blotted ink and paper clips, and a fictional map of a sunken ship…
Doodles of fairy tale creatures, and stories of wondrous adventures
These are nothing but chronicles… of a soul in search of a miracle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem