The passion that i hold For those freckles to be afloat Remains, in the childhood In those, beloved woods From where used to begin, my journey Unfolding the school full of, mystery Being happy with a floating feather Even just the changing weather The rain drops on the sand immersed The frangrance of pestle emerged Little deeds were filled with bliss Return those days, thou can only wish. I would say it's just the wallpaper that put words in my mind. And they came out as pouring down as rain in this poem. #poem #yqbaba #childhood #love #jitters