English poem–Memories—My real property

Like a series of locked rooms, the memory has long queues. If I were able to, I will unlock any of them and enter inside to enjoy the moments that I relish.

Mind being the lord of the senses enjoys multiple functionalities.

Though my vision in impaired, my mind visualizes you clearly.

I don’t need earphones to hear your voice.

I don’t need to wrap myself with a blanket when gelid wind tries to freeze me because I feel the warmth of your presence all the time.

Yours memories are my possessions and my rich earnings. If I have them, I have everything.



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