Patos Orchard Was A Pretty Place - Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

It was not a dream In my pretty childhood, but It's a reminder of pretty things That we can not forget for ever, Patos Orchard was our dream land Simply because we enjoyed playing all Time over there with all friends, Childhood's pretty memories are stored Greatly and wonderfully in our minds, When we were kids, We used to be there to enjoy nature's Pastime with full joy and with full pleasure, Nothing prevented us from playing Because we loved to play over there, Everything around us was wonderful and great, so We enjoyed, as innocent kids, of being over there, There were sometimes some ugly snakes in between, but That did not prevent us from playing together, Days of childhood are the greatest images That can not be forgotten bad or good simply because Kids' minds store brilliantly things, Patos Orchard remained until someone owned it and Turned it into buildings where Everyone sits alone without nature, Pretty memories are difficult to forget For what came later made us forget even Our names and our shapes, This is life where you have one day And all days are against you, We still remember Patos Orchard simply because It's not easy to forget it, All days go on with or without our choice Because life never stops, but There is a glimpse of light ahead For a better life with a pretty dawn That will come tomorrow.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 1, 2014

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