Do you remember
our days in the
sun
Heat penetrating
us
hot and passionate
yet so young and
naive
the rain gently
falling
touching our faces
refreshing in its
wetness
stopping to embrace
clinging to each
other
as a leaf clings to
the branch
refusing to let go
oh.!
the days of our
youth
now just a memory
do you remember?
Everything leaves in this world. Nothing remains behind. Only the memory. Only from there we could recall a few grains of happiness I love this tender poem. Mohabeer Beeharry
Oh yeah! I do remember my energytic childhood and the beautiful dreams associated with it. A lovely poem that reminded my good golden days dear ma'am!
Oh yeah! I do remember my energytic childhood and lovely memories associated with it! Lovely write ma'am.
very nice. if time could be stopped. every moment is left behind
I do Heather, as I read this poem, and I feel a painful loss deep down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Remembering the days of youth. Beautifully recollected. Thank you.