Visions of childhood:
Azure blue rivers of sounds;
Crystal lullabies;
Story books filled with magic.
Dreams drifting like boats
On aquamarine seas heading
Towards golden and
Exotic shores; endless stars,
Suns and moons of awe
And wonder; birthday surprises,
The scents and sounds of
Exhilarating fireworks;
Orange - yellow kites
And strawberry red balloons.
The taste of spring-time;
The feel of velvet textures.
Although it all seems,
Like such a long time ago,
And one can never
Return to that which was once
Upon a time. Those
Visions will always remain
In my heart and soul.
O how could I forget them!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem