I keep digging in a myth “the childhood”
I felt alive in the cold warmth of it
It looks a calm place of life
Where I put secrets in a piggy bank
Where I fly the kite of dreams in a clear open sky
Where I fed the rocks with love
Where I rely on the lifeless lives;
Though the era of myth ends
I find a true smiling face in it.
I keep digging in a myth
I found it a piece of heaven
Which I left for a couple of notes.
A capable remark,
That I can’t forget
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