The barbed wound in the softness of melancholy
Yearning for a life long gone
Beauty decayed
No longer shining bright
Memory betrayed
Hope, lost in the hidden recesses' of the mind
The sharp pain, knowing for a moment you cannot remember
Sliding back, into the blurring colour of the faded memories
Sorrow's thorn
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I would like to translate this poem
A great poem. Sometimes we can get that hope back.