Tamara Gabriel Poet Verse

A Place Where the Past Lives

Each of us has something to remember,
We build our own homes for the past,
And there are a lot of rooms in this house,
It will hold all your past.

This is the room where you were born,
But you don't remember anything about him.
We remember our childhood more or less,
But, of course, we will not return it.

And now the door to the past happiness is already closed,
There was a lot of joy there, and He was in it.
We were very happy then,
Now I think it was a dream.

Here is a round room, surrounded by light,
There is a memory of the birth of a baby.
This is the best date of our lives,
When I held the baby barely breathing.

And there is a room with no Windows at all,
Our tears and losses live there.
There the eternal fire burns brightly,
Those doors are always locked.

Still, it's a dangerous place,
Where our past lives,
The size of the house is unknown,
But it always attracts us to it.

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