Tonight, my youth comes back to me,
with every verse, images come flooding in.
Like the breath of a recent spring,
thoughts and silhouettes fly by.
because sometimes years bring
But if there were no melodies
that always open the door to the past
and awaken sighs from the bottom of the heart,
Maybe we will see only happy people everywhere.
Still, I can’t live without them.
And sometimes it seems to me
that I am hugging some ancient shadows with both arms,
and then, awakened again,
I rush to what is now around me.
Copyright@selma kopic
