Long time gone
I have wander around
The woods, the smell of the night
It always the one who brings me wonder around
Woods
It's always be a home to me
a wonder to wander
A curious place to trace
For years I've gone
Left it behind
But now I still coming back
for the sake of little friends
Fireflies
Like magic
That traps a little child: wondrous
Yet nothing in this world
It's a small piece of wonders.
They no give any warmth
But a joy always flow
It's always when I stride
Alone; just whips of air and water of the river rose
I'll stand
Watching all the glows dancing in the air
A hollow darkness
Filled of magic
It twists, scatter,
Glows and tickle
Letting me wander
Letting me wonder.
Will it gone?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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wow, what a poem i just gone through my childhood and wonders of a small child.giving me a mood, very nostalgic.keep it up! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !