Do you remember – some specters – your childhood in this stone city?
It has passed for you in games between cold concrete, and more, you are still young.
Do you remember – some specters – how an emerald holy spring day
the heavy rain is raining, it rains long over me in the gray day.
But here is the sound of a child’s voice gives birth to quiet affection, gives birth to joy in us.
Your children are playing out now.
Do you remember as if you were whispering your childhood – look out.
Here is the sound of a child’s voice it gives quiet affection it gives birth to joy in us.
My kids are playing out now.
Very meaningful capture!
They say old people are becoming children.
Rather memories
Very interesting and thought provoking nice picture
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Great post!
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Very meaningful capture!
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You are so right, the sound of children is always entertaining and makes us happy!
Yes! It’s it!
Nice!
Thanks!
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