I stored with joy
In my memory's chest
The time we were together.
Careless days
Chasing butterflies
In the gently blowing breeze.
Sprawling meadows
Grass-blades waving
Inviting us to leave footprints.
Memory now fades
Vivid are those times
Will happily carry me to the end.
Childhood memories are stored as great souvenirs till our memory lasts and are treasured all through our life! A very enjoyable read!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem in praise of fond memories that remain always in our hearts.