Memories are only
Tattoos on the brain,
Pain-etched, day by day,
Brush-stroked in joy.
Then when we are asleep
The pictures come alive
To waken us with tears.
I had to come back to this - it is lovely, like the author. -LP
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another remarkable poem. Read mine - Cicatrix - Adeline