Fetch, the days of the Morning,
And the Golden spoon through
The mouth and water all glowing,
The White, Sun, Moon and the Zoo.
When it rose early, the Sun,
And crosst the Sky, where it dwelt.
Bring the days of patent and fun.
The love and stone, the Trees we felt,
We saw the Bottles of love so dark,
In water shone as Stone.
I still feel, yearn, though back,
And never i find the face in moon,
For which i pine for years......
In which the 'Hood returns.
This is the sad case those golden days never come back, and the poem is soaked in nostalgic strain! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeh... u r right.... I virtually die of pain when i just recollect those times...when life was fun..and there was no sin at all. I appreciate your comment!