Where Are They Poem by Genc Kastrati

Where is everything that were
With those playing games of childhood
Could the fragrance of spring swallowed them
When the withered flowers cried in autumn
Among secrets never eyes spotted
That neither my eyes could steal
In the open sky after the tempest
We will head to personal travels, too
And then a sun ray will fall again
In effort of our warm getaway
There will show up voices of calamities left
While we, in our escape with our shade will unite.