There is a face
I recognise;
It left a trace
Of smiling eyes
Within my deep,
Transient self,
Wherein I keep
A dusty shelf
Of memories and times
Beyond the reach of rhymes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beautiful poem.... simple but sweet! From the dusty shelf of memories, some faces peek out, renewing some mystical bond!