Let Us... My Old Friends Poem by doria ramadan
Let Us... My Old Friends
Let us return to our precious days
When we believe that we can fly;
When we laughed until we cried;
When we dreamed to buy a toy;
let us return to our angelic faces;
to our smiles;
to our souls;
Let us keep our memories in a safety place in our hearts;
Let us collect our past and survive our days
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4/26/2024 5:51:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Let us return to our precious days When we believe that we can fly; When we laughed until we cried; When we dreamed to buy a toy; let us return to our angelic faces; to our smiles; to our souls; what a sweeet fantasy, , wish it could have happened... but I think passed time never returns. its a good poem.10++++++