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.
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T. H. | Year Posted 2021
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