I would like… Slavka Bozovic

I remember the past years,
when I was a child,
when I firmly believed,
to be able to pick up comets.
And I believed in that,
easily catch the rays of the Sun.
As I played carefree,
and like a cat he climbed the branches of trees.
I remember those days well,
a happy smile shines on my face.
I would like to be a child
and make birdhouses.
I would like to release the dragons,
and to run through, meadows full of flowers,
and make mistakes with peers,
that happiness floats in my veins again.
I'd like to hunt butterflies,
I'd like to count the stars,
and to dream in my mother's lap,
and hang out with characters from your favorite fairy tale.
I would like . . .

© Slavka Bozovic
Montenegro