It's Still Possible To Relive Them...
Where have our seasons gone?...
Those splendid seasons that seemed
to have days without a dawn!
Where can we find those paths,so perfumed,
to induce us to lay down...
on the wildest meadow
and stare at the clearest sky,which inspired
us to dream among the dandelions that swayed!
It's still possible to relive them
by assuming they never left us...
imagining to hold each other's hand
and whisper the sweetest words;
finding the oldest and tallest tree
to carve out our names on its birch...
for others to see and read,
and to verify the day of their birth!
Where have our seasons gone?...
Those adventerous seasons that lifted our spirits
to the skies when the rude wind erased secrets
where they once laid alone;
and it's still possible to relive them...
by letting the reminescent mind
replenish them,not put them aside;
and as distant as they are from us and time:
their memory is so indelible and fond...
worthy of being remembered!
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