O how I long to be there!

How I long to be there,
At your lap full of greenness of youth;
O How I wish to go back to those days,
The days of fights and boozes,
Of misty evenings,
Of a life carefree and unguided,
Like a virgin, unsatiated soul...
Like a kite thrust against the gale so strong...

O How I long to retrace those paths,
Of reckless, illusory existence,
Of pristine happiness,
Devoid of the smell of coins and filthy papers
Which some people call 'fortune'


  1. bravo...bravo....must say that it takes a minute or two to get there...the road goes by the river named "nostalgia"!


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