GO ....
pass,
all the same these days my
... and every day is the dawn
and then in the evening
return pass and the seasons,
born in the white roses roses
and the wheat fields red poppies
The return of the swallows twittering
summer heat and the wind whispering
falling of the leaves
and the campaign is yellow ocher
and soon nightfall
the first star is born,
chime bells,
snow falls and it is already Christmas
Rain, wind , heat, cold
........ pass the months
years pass .......
.......... and me on the train of life
I scroll so fast
Yesterday a child, then
girl
woman and now
The train runs and leaves you behind if
perfumes and talcum powder biscuits
naive smiles and sweet tales
sunsets over the sea
and heartbeat for the first love
diapers to change,
children by rocking,
kids to follow and to listen ...
The train runs, I can not stop
......... Is my life ......
But I can remember and dream .......
Rosetta 22-Jan-2002
This poem was written in a very full and dedicated to my children become teenagers famiglia.Mentre I was reminded of how it was when they were small, and memories of my childhood and adolescence, as my first love is still there, "my husband" No regrets, only fond memories and reflections
pass,
all the same these days my
... and every day is the dawn
and then in the evening
return pass and the seasons,
born in the white roses roses
and the wheat fields red poppies
The return of the swallows twittering
summer heat and the wind whispering
falling of the leaves
and the campaign is yellow ocher
and soon nightfall
the first star is born,
chime bells,
snow falls and it is already Christmas
Rain, wind , heat, cold
........ pass the months
years pass .......
.......... and me on the train of life
I scroll so fast
Yesterday a child, then
girl
woman and now
The train runs and leaves you behind if
perfumes and talcum powder biscuits
naive smiles and sweet tales
sunsets over the sea
and heartbeat for the first love
diapers to change,
children by rocking,
kids to follow and to listen ...
The train runs, I can not stop
......... Is my life ......
But I can remember and dream .......
Rosetta 22-Jan-2002
This poem was written in a very full and dedicated to my children become teenagers famiglia.Mentre I was reminded of how it was when they were small, and memories of my childhood and adolescence, as my first love is still there, "my husband" No regrets, only fond memories and reflections
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