me still wait to get use to the idea
of not in your memory
oh! ! please, let it grow
let it take roots
in my mind
in my heart
both you and me
let us get enchanted
by the idea of
getting out
and till time
that time
moment if it comes
remain in memory..
drenched in eachothers memory..........
the strange thing is that we live in memories for our most lives...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is creative, original and now and forever is a personal favorite of mine.