Toasty warm inside, sitting in front of the fireplace
talking about life in the present, comparing it to
what has already been lived through.
Leaving an understanding that reality is always separat-
ing us in dreams, yet getting us together once again,
allowing for mistakes and errors.
Knowing that the future holds may sentiments like once
fresh bouquets of roses, blossoming forever in hearts
of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem