This poem is about man who always feel blue but a
little boy came into his life and everything changed. Treating each other as
brothers, water become thicker than blood? They manage to find time and create
memorable moments as they promise to each other that every afternoon they will
have to go to their hideout and
meet each other. The lad tried to keep his promise to keep their friendship
longer.
Here in the land where green grass smiles at every foot
they touch
Where trees gracefully
dance in the rhythm of the air they catch
Where the whistling bird draws the image of the working
Dutch
A place of little heaven of memories and promises of me and my little buddies…
We cross our fingers directly to
our heart,
creating a white
shadow of promises, planting sweet blossom of words and waters a potion of
spicy perfume the drying lips of innocence
Smelling the sincerity of the aroma of our spell and
internalizing its ingredients
To manipulate ourselves to find our image before the
sun finds it
sit…
The blue
mood turned to green when everything does well
Reminding my
heart and soul, not mimic the routine of evil
Keeping my
promises creates thousand minutes and million seconds of moments
The steps of
the day and the walk of the time is a promise to remember…
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