I walk across the grounds
Come down to the river
The place that holds a lot of memories
The place where you and I belong
Do you remember?
The first we met
Was, at this river
Oh, I still remember
We were just small kids
I recall my childhood memories
The way we used to have fun by the river
Way we used to splash water
We used to hold our hands
Secret that we hold
Everyday we met each other
Our friendship grew
Time passed by
Now we are teenagers
Where we travel in different paths
Where even friendship holds nomore
Hello Poet Piumi. I enjoyed your poem, although one grows apart from their first live, the river still flows. I enjoyed, Loyd
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nostalgic scene //// nce poem