Rosemary green thread.. ELENA MARIN

 

 I miss my soul full
 And I don't know how to alleviate it
 My mind wanders
 To my hometown.

 A place I loved
 Where I lived with pleasure
 To see the flowers of the plain
 And the valley of childhood.

 When I was walking on the paths
 And I was picking popcorn
 Far too dear to my heart
 In the gentle trill of birds.

 I was sitting by the spring
 To cure myself of longing
 I hear the whisper of springs
 With soothing waters.

 Blinking on the way
 And they flowed from shore to shore
 Through the oak forest
 Looking for alean.

 Where is the thick leaf
 And the cooler shade
 I want to miss home
 Put a silk gate on them.

 To refresh it with dew
 And give it new value
 So I could wear it lightly
 To calm down.

 Longing, more crazy longing
 What you always walk on the road
 When on the hill and when on the valley
 I want to find relief for you.

 ELENA MARIN AUTHOR POEMS CREATED BY ME AND WRITTEN LITERARY TEXTS * ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO THE AUTHOR ELENA MARIN DR.  I HAVE B.  IN IFCH
 24.06.2021