Old friends as memories

Old friends as memories

I close my eyes and see descriptions.
Partially finished disappeared in time.
Gone, but alive.
Left behind ways.
Worn down paradise from many days
with each other, of what went before.If I could look
through the door back
join in again.
Perfume and imprint
the hours will
halt, and stand silent still.I open my eyes, time travels on.
Now, today, I will refine
the memories for later
my friends, the smell, what I inhale
of now I shall take
forwards in time something to long.
To the paradise before that I have nowI close my eyes, for one more time
For you, my friends
From now and before.

The original Dutch version I made before.

Oude vrienden als herinneringen.

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