Lit the colour of memories
Of the age without worries
As the air was fresh
And the thoughts smash
When the sun shined among
The dews like dreams along
The fields, sang the grass
Filled the mind with lore solace
The marsh.
What smell had told me?
The granary
What the heat had told me?
Charged with the taste of it
Moved always my heart a bit
Farmer’s beads of sweat fallen
Shoots of leaves had come sudden
Spread a green of green everywhere
Now it hasn’t seen anywhere
Soil flamed, burning sun
There isn’t a speck of green
Water squeezed and bottled
Where can I be then nestled?
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