Do You Recall Those Summer Days
Do you recall those summer days?
I was little, slender and less tall
often busy with children plays,
every step close to the next fall.
Below the rose tree I would seek
for shadow, perfume and beauty,
and sideways I would just peek
and you… you I would not meet…
…because you were not yet there,
So, bid farewell to those memories
no matter how pleasant they were,
We can recollect better histories:
Do you recall those spring days,
when we meet on the same dale,
walked the same flowery ways
and were heroes of the same tale?
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