Each and every single day
I get out…in the savage drum of green
…I carry my enthusiasm in.
The way you hide, my dear landscape,
like a thunder before the clouds
Reminds me of childhood games,
of tormented kids
and eclectic flames.
Flowers offered in sunlight,
Orchards despaired above rain
We were both children
My dear Nature,
Hidden under the blankets of pain.
Laughter and journeys
We experienced on the edge
Of insanity and dreams
Just like fools lost in old branch.
As romantic lovers` fairy-tale
Playing around the sun
and the stars at night
Absorbing the letters of joy and freedom
In each and every single cell
That formed our wonderful childhood spell.
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