Childhood days Are like feathers in the wind Sticky to touch Bees with honeyed legs And birds with crooked eyes Broken sidewalks and abandoned houses Nostalgia slipping through time Yesterday, yesterday Too far away
A walk through darkness: poetry & short stories
Childhood days Are like feathers in the wind Sticky to touch Bees with honeyed legs And birds with crooked eyes Broken sidewalks and abandoned houses Nostalgia slipping through time Yesterday, yesterday Too far away