The memory of you
exists
like a rign
lost in a river
so long ago now
it seems as if I dreamed it
lost like a lost ring
trapped between two rocks
that water whispers over
again & again
your name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Memory - playing funny tricks on me again...I have a lost ring, one that was so precious to me...gone forever, never forgotten...whispered, whispered...