Where are the sweet days? Are they going to come back? I wish the days of childhood to come back, I remember the days in which I used to play When I a little girl In our house's garden that Looks like a gold mine, They were the prettiest days of my life, Are they going to come back? I am Dode, I never change, I am still loving my house and all that it Contains, I love life and That it contains. _____________________________________________This poem is called ' THEY WERE THE PRETTIEST DAYS OF MY LIFE ' by the princess of poetry called ' DODE ALEX '. I translated into English, so more can read it happily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem