In this rainy night,
Far away from them,
I think of the moments.
There where I passed my childhood.
Where I still feel the nights.
My parents warm sighs,
For having no daughter of them.
A lot of dreams about us.
Those cool dreams make me
feel and believe that I am on iceland.
There where we three brothers.
Played, sang, cried, laughed, quarreled,
A lot of memories come to my mind.
In this cloudy muddy night,
I feel lonely, helpless.
The lost heaven of mine,
plays hide and seek with me.
Leave me in the sand of beach.
In this busy mechanic city,
In this idle wet moment.
I feel a temptation to go back there.
The impossible ambition of mine.
To walk on that way of cheerful time.
But I cannot help me out.
I found the words truth.
The fact for this rainy time,
'Home my sweet home'
I am coming, sooner or later.
To cry out in the youthful voice,
'Home my sweet home'
Missing your childhood? You're too young for such nostalgic memories but on other hand there's no harm in remembering gone by days. A good write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely penned! gone by days often emit lights! 10+