Elegy On The Olden Golden Times
The long boring days of Summer's heat
A silence as no fly wing, could ever beat
Crickets swoon as they rub their tiny feet
And dozing start as soon as Earth is sunlit
Morning-rise with mercury at top zenith
Shut your self in, and take a cool seat
Melon, water melon fill your big fridge
And iced-water to end, oh what a treat !!!
Been used to Nature, and wild fruits eat
Wild berry used to grow, and prickly pear
An old jean, and a sweater i used to wear
And sing Halim's '' Ahwak '' his greatest hit
Dust in my wake, running fast, and sprint
To a swamp, straight heading, i skipped
Boggy and shallow the puddle yet, so clean
Just duck our heads, into the mud let's dip
The days so hot, so long, joys were so big
No one would care, we were true gipsies
We were kids, so innnocent in our teens
Wish i were gone young, never live in age of sins
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By truefeeling
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