Back In Time

Poem

Back in the days
when the summers were hotter,
and the skies were bluer,
and the faces were younger.

Back in the days
when my home was the Cosmos
and my garden was Amazonia.

And back then I didn’t know
who would come and go,
pain was just a word.

Back in the days
I am determined to go!
And not to search for glory,
but to spend a jolly afternoon.

more by GEORGI DIMITROV-KARLOVSKI

photograph by Reinhard Rosar

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