Longing
How I long for the tumbleweed, rich prairie soil,
green stains on my jeans from the long, juicy grass,
the songs of the frogs, my father's deep voice,
my mother's goulash, my innocent youth
and a rain water bath.
How I long for my childhood, my magical past.
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