Waking moments, giving me a piece of mind as I while
away time, writing in blank books of life.
Always changing themes and many circumstances to match
feelings and emotions beating from inside.
Voices being spoken from yesterday's images, reminding
me of the times I've had and been through up til now.
Comfortable as can be, hiding within, reliving all the
moments I can in poetry.
Listing the special ones being highlighted in daily
dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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