Smiling faces;
Happy places.
Memories of childhood races.
Simple joy of warm embraces.
X marks the spot, at twenty paces.
All the awesome hiding spaces.
Remembering this is the basis
Of your future (in most cases) .
Childhood-like a cool oasis.
(Dedicated to my wonderful friend Mansi.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem