Rushing into folds of yesterday's memories, exploring,
feeling, and loving energy that was had even back then.
All yesterdays compiled into books along with albums of
music, keeping track of life as it travels into other
universes and dimensions throughout the years.
Pushing, pulling, piecing life stories together in poetry,
allowing good and bad memories to have lives of their own,
having parties in mind and intellect, enjoying freedom it
brings into moments of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem