From the urns of memory
a step I do trace
to the joys abound
of all that I caress
The long gasps of solace
of moments cherished ‘lone
of tunes that transcend
adds wings to the soul! !
A step do i trace! However, we can't change the past. Nice work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely done, enjoyed reading it.