I loved that green part of my life
Like the green leaves of a tree where we waited for the wind to come
to start our murmuring, to enjoy our freedom
The days where we swing with the wind to reach the height
where we planned and planned the future
where we counted those beautiful birds and
where even we lived those enchanting nights.
Now the season has changed
I cannot see those winds coming
None of those murmurings not even able to reach ourselves
I doubt our colours are changing
No more that sizzling green, no more enjoying those swinging
Not living even the day, nights dont have any more magic
But Birds, They appear even more Beautiful
But I need those days back, those murmuring back and my friends near
To start my counting again ;)
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