Rummaging around closets of my mind, looking for relics that have been hidden at the bottom on lower shelves.
Taking things out one at a time, searching through many thoughts for just the right ones.
A special evening spent in reminiscent auras of yesterday, loving the time spent in that small portal of peaceful solace.
Just minutes that make such a difference in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem