Gates of Childhood
The gates of childhood open
to eternal width.
And memories are still alive.
A summer sky protects you,
with its easy winds.
Far away hills,
white flowers in a sea of sunshine,
your smile not hidden behind shaky roofs.
Sunrays of love,
deeply engraved in you,
a happy child.
Through the open window
an new day is rising.
Between white sheets of early snow,
blue fragments yet remain
of flowers you once picked
from summer fields,
still vivid
even after all that bygone days.
And all your early memories
are so alive
as if no years had passed.
And sometimes in your dreams
you see a little boy
grasping at flowers
and at summer fruits
and at all that other signs of happyness.
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