Adjusting interior lives to silent reminders of another
time, tasting the wonder of what could be ours.
Putting auras on lines with the fun we once had together,
thoughts appearing in sunsetical horizons from afar.
Listening to sounds of color as they burst forward taking
memories out to be relived, wanting to duplicate and
spread them throughout the future, but time has different
ideas as we separate, finding lives of our own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem