The hearth remembers when the mind tries
to forget..a gentle touch
a spoken word
a moment that once felt like forever
Love leave footprints
even after the road disappears
and when the world grows quiet
we discover that some memories
were never meant to hold us back
they were meant to remind us how deeply
we can feel
so let the heart remember but let it keep
moving.
their is still tomorrow waiting beyond today..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem