I remember you, reminiscing every memory
Savoring each corner and part of you
In the darkest part remained the garish you
In this curly little intestine above.
I smell the scent
Of a place I’ve been used to,
Where this childish mind was enriched
Way back in the past.
But the infantile time soon flickers as lightning.
I smile and giggle as lunatic does;
It gives my mind tranquility
To pause for a while
And the return to reality.
The river of times,
The sea of discovery,
The lake of stillness,
Take me back to my early days
Where all were so perfect.
Time, now, may be different from history
This place has, now, evolved in an instant
But whatever the scent
Of my little hometown and pals
Wafts upon my nostrils,
It takes me back to my nourishing era.
This world progresses so quickly,
That the small things seem just like yesterday
Moments left are but a trace…