I saw the past the day before
Such a photographic scene came into mind
Do I need to remember everything
I must stop this, I have to
Such was just a passing scenario
That can never be push through once more
Seem to envelope my inner self
Such a lovely memory to reckon
Only a memory
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
every past day is a memory...and the one to come next is a dream...a philosophical truth in simple well worded lines...well said, Jan...i liked 10