Imagine a Sepia World,
a world so nostalgic;
where colours are warm,
and real is the magic.
Imagine this world,
where walking in happiness,
are there streets with people,
going about their business.
Imagine the lights,
flickering softly;
imagine the evening air,
caressing ever so warmly.
Imagine, the sounds,
the joyful laughter of peers;
listen to the music,
that brings nostalgic tears.
Imagine the hand,
held ever so gently;
Imagine the words,
whispered, lovingly.
With magic and wonder,
the lambent lights fill the evening.
Stroll through these streets,
surrounded by the Souls of the Singing.
Walk in this beautiful world;
it is so much more than existing.
For in a Sepia World,
We are truly living.
'Sometimes, we have to imagine things to get away from reality. For in our imagination, we live the ideal life.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem