Memories standing in the open, yet secreted within each
of us, hidden from everyone's view, except our interior
one.
Mirroring the past, reflecting feelings and emotions of
what we were thinking back then, now moving forward into
the future.
They continue to taunt us into remembering them on days
when we are alone in a solitary mood of reluctance to
be with others.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem