Memories

This twilight, This sun like a red ball in the west , Take me away At the small house in the village. Where every inch of land holds memories. I feel the warm wind blowing in the plains. and the rustling of river water that seems to be sleeping after a tiring day. The frogs are getting ready in chorus for the night concert, while the stars are appearing in the clear sky. I feel free. Unrelated to the chains of fear that don't let us live. Ah if I had a magic wand, to turn back time to the small house in the village .... and stay there forever.