Sliding back and forth, criss-crossing, in intricate concentration,
looking backwards into pages of memories, remembering with joy, the
beauty of then.
Pictures were brighter and happier, when you were a child.
I agree our childhoos memories are always rose tinted. Good write bb: O)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When we look back to those beautiful days of childhood, we see that pictures were much brighter then! Now we can derive joy by making an occasional trip to the past! A very nostalgic write! !