In the gardens of my mind,
memories bloom and unfold
Like delicate petals,
they unfurl and take hold
of the moments we share,
the laughter and the tears
the joys and the fears,
the moments we hold so tight
without letting it slip away from sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A FINE poem with NINE LINES. Absolutely DIVINE!