Straining to hear voices of yesterday at times, for they are
no longer being heard today, their voices remain silent, now
etched only in memories of the present.
Searching through them over and over in times of sadness and
loneliness, at once feeling the emotions of past memories,
tears slowly sliding down our faces.
Especially when listening to music that we used to listen to
together, quietly reminiscing in our minds for that is all
that's left to us today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a heartwarming write, RoseAnn.....