Wish the stains and dust
would remain there
and the soot
on the four sides of
the window
and the rust
and the light that leaves it
glowing
reminds me of my
childhood,
fading.
I know what to do
I'm sure that I do
But I lacked something
I forgot something too.
I want to go back
but time can't be undo.
I don't know if it's the neutral light
that makes my face glow
The little girl and the woman
combined
in the face that I know.
February 20,2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem