#2379-Sun
I often visit the past.
It is a safe haven,
Brings with it smiles,
And reminds me,
To be thankful,
For beautiful days,
Just over the horizon,
Waiting to rise.
The original language of this site is English. Translators impact the meaning of the poems.
I often visit the past.
It is a safe haven,
Brings with it smiles,
And reminds me,
To be thankful,
For beautiful days,
Just over the horizon,
Waiting to rise.