Memories climb up childhold mountain
Go down to youth valleys then
Bullet rains come down from eyes
Wondering senility is alone in the town
Desires of a little doughter
Carries hers sliced childhold in a lunch bag
To eat hers future in the lunch time
And a recess time attaches school
Books burn hers dreams
School ring plays a song
For hers burned longings
Thoughts keep company with bullets
That memories shoot them
Coming down from my eyes
Memories dig trenches
On the narroow streets of my land
Revolting to divide my heart
I want to hang my thoughts
Without any court order
To warn every memory
Wonderful sentiments of remembered childhood, enticing and simply stated. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
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Alone in town! With the muse of your memories. Nice piece of work.