Shore of the River
On the shore of the river,
we used to bathe,
in the streams flowing to that river,
we used to play,
with no worries,
with no sorrows,
following the water running down without mysteries,
just flowing with our innocent games.
Take me to my childhood
with my rivers, my streams,
and the friends that looked to be forever,
until we grew up.
Take me to the dry streams,
flowing to the empty rivers,
as they are now.
I want to see the reflections of the past
that will never come back,
unless we dig into the back of our minds.
Take me there,
where nothing is as before,
just pitty for tomorrow
and a past picture in my mind.
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