By: Mouna Chajie, Beginning 6
When I was a little girl
I had a nice penpal
We had exchanged a lot of letters
And we had never been too tired to read and write
When we were children
We thought that the world was hidden
Away from the war
Even if this world couldn’t breathe the air
I remember my childhood
When I used to see only food
When everything seemed to me as a paradise
And I saw it with my own eyes
Now, I hope so much that I can
Return to my past by plane,
But I’m not sure because it feels
As if they are memories, childhood memories.
precious and sweet memories…
lovely write!
By: Jingle on 18 July 2010
at 1:44 pm
Thanks Jingle 🙂
By: Mouna on 15 July 2012
at 5:09 pm
What wonderful childhood memories! http://www.segmation.com
By: segmation on 27 November 2012
at 10:40 pm