Remember the old days
When we were young
Flied kites,
Chased butterflies
Sang togather
Swam togather
Many things we did
we don't even remember now.
A pause
of years counted a score
and suddenly a retreat
of old friends
We all drank
and laughed
and remembered the past
But I could feel
the love was unreal
as we still are stuck up
in childish tricks
At last a beating retreat tune
with heavy heart I got up
for it was better
if the reunion wasn't called
I smiled and said goodbye
for the pause of years
have created the huge barriers
Years passed without eachother
have taught, for old friendship,
there is no place
So I turned around
and with heavy heart I dragged
my own soul to go back to my own world......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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