Nothing's Lost when it's always their but never found or seen
but things not seen or lost but always in the open
were it belongs but people forget and move on and later in life
they think it's lost
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great dear. Great it is. A real reality in poetry. We lose. We forget. I'd be glad to know your ideas about my poems. Thanks.