A stack of books

Disclaimer: This poem is merely a loose translation of a Chinese poem a friend wrote. The creation of this poem is entirely credited to them.

The stack of books ╴

in them written the spells of our youth

that seemed never ending.

The row of tears ╴

writes the sorrow of the inexorable.

It will be lost.

The rays of sunshine

glows weak on our unwritten future.

Young and facetious ╴

the familiar memory morphs into a distant past.

But we don’t regret making no regrets.

--29/6/2022

Theme : Self