Taking a stroll down memory lane, finding yesterday's that
were wonderful and beautiful, tasting savory odors of music
as it plays through measures of all good times we've had.
Loving songs being sung and played, giving this poet's mind
a tender young curiosity, a place to play within this play-
pen of life, being fulfilled with an energy of another dim-
ension far away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem