i use to walk on this path
it was greener than the grass
i use to look at the river
it was place i called home
i use to bring my friends here
it was a place we called our own
i use to take pictures
it was to capture every moment what was left of the good old days
but
i know starting a new journey wont be all that bad
i know someday we will all meet again
i know ill miss these days
it will always be inside my heart
because in the end ill smile afterwards when im gone3
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sweet poem that brought back some memories for me. Thanks for sharing. Spiritsong