The walkin closet holds many fond memories
where one often likes to browse.
The thoughts are always overwhelming
and the emotions slowly begin to rouse.
An old trunk so tightly packed
and clad with stickers from foreign places
looks prepared to be shipped again and offers
a round trip to strange and far away bases.
Outdated clothing hang loosely by
exemplifying early styling,
and immediately your present thoughts
with the past will be reconciling.
A large box filled with an assortment of toys
will transfer you to your childhood days,
and with eyes half closed, in retrospect,
You will be a playful child in many ways.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem