By Thomas Page
The Untranslatable
This is a series of poems of words that do not directly translate into English. I have tried to capture the essence of the word in a poem.
The fading dye of photographs hung on living room walls
Holding idealized pasts of what was
When everything was not a worry
In ancestral planes and houses
Holding their wishes,
Numerous as Abram’s stars,
Underneath the firmament
Of all that was easy to remember
And all that was easy to forget.
Language: Welsh
Academy of the Heart And Mind 
This is really touching, it reminds me of all of the old family photos that I’ve seen on the walls over the years.
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