Is your poetry now dusty,
as it lays back on the shelf
Have your dreams become dismissive,
do you live for someone else
Is there mold inside your memory box,
questions now long gone
Do you walk that lonely road alone,
—your heart to drag along
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2017)
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I would like to translate this poem
Poetry, dreams memory, nice poem my friend 10+++