a missing sock
a lost golden earring
a yellow whistle on a toy train
taken by time
collecting dust in the corner
they must be lost
then to be found
now you have:
a pair of socks
a couple of golden earrings
a moving train with melody
and
a heart
still beating for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
most loved things left untouched is wonderfully traced as a melody of trust! good metaphor