Where were you young child
When others played wild
Galloping on clouds, swinging from trees
Whispering in ears, screaming from bees
Tumbling pyramids, covered in dirt
Blood and rocks in a new flannel shirt
So tell me...where were you young child, I miss you so
The way we played and the way we rolled
The young within us should never go
To this land we forgot, inside our soul.
Great write. I like it, keep writing. Reminds me of my poem: A song to my childhood friends. Thanks for sharing
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I would like to translate this poem
very very very good poem.today you inspired me.i want u to come and read poetries and write a comment.very good job