The past


Thoughts take me in past time
friends I once had to meet again
among them enjoyed my former life
my life that was and wasn't mine.

Where my youth was full of joy
with leaves and flowers, dreams endlessly
so I go from time to time in the past
to look for what I don't find today, alas.

I don't meet my youth on the track anymore
nor friends, that time flows like a river to me
everyone in this river has his life
and the sky with birds in flight.

Already in the river of dreams I seek
my life that was and wasn't mine ...

Written by Kolec Traboini on 16/10/19
© Traboini 2019

Share Options



Views all time: 4


life, time, sky, Dreams, thoughts, Friends, leaves, joy, birds, Flight, flowers, Past

Login or register to rate and leave comments