Those days...oft vista of your world rendered the difference,
Those days... unbridled was our confidence,
Those days...sculpted us despite our permission,
Those days... yet bedded in us splendid passion,
Those days... painted in perfection afore appear nebulous.
Those days whisper nowise were just as countess!
Memories of early life with nostalgia. Give you a 10. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely written. Excellent
Thank you very much, Kostas Lagos.