Sing Me the Past

Sing, my little robin,

Sing me the past;

With full pallet of colors-

Rich colors to last.

Paint me the river

In your twittering calm,

Sweet waters caressing

My comforting psalm,

Breeze, spinning in circles

My memories’ mill,

Lift me up, above my precious

Home on the hill.



Dear cheering inspire

On feathered blanket of dreams,

Fly my longing desire

Above rosemary fields.

And before my tomorrow

Stirs clouds in my day,

Let your lullaby soothe my sorrow,

Please, never free away…


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