Treasured momentos collected.
Yet somehow,
Have become disconnected...
From feelings gone once fixed,
With a yearning to revisit concern.
As to who, when and why,
Such treasured moments selected...
Were kept to keep more valued,
Than a love of another to believe...
Would never leave but has.
From a mind to remember.
But from a heart that forgets,
What it was to protect...
No longer with thoughts left to think,
Of another kept as precious...
As collected momentos treasured.
And selected when believed two hearts,
Would forever stay connected.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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