In a lonely dark cabin
under the lampshade
dim light,
The memories step down
and whisper at the ear.
The past
You left behind
far away,
Still with you
like the shaded light,
some appear and some disappear,
But many whisper in your ear.
at your lonely dark corner.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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