Scraps of Memory

Scraps of Memory...
As I turned my memory clips ,I remembered my childhood and felt its innocence perfume its freedom , its unawareness ,the hearts filled with love .this reminded me of those simple and endless pure emotions
free from arrogance and fake scenes ..
That passionate feeling
Passionate moments
Those Passionate places
Passionate time
Passionate perfumes
The passion of childhood dreams
The passion of seeking bird nests and their eggs
The passion of wandering in the colourful hills of flowers ...
The feeling of pure fresh air that we inhale with such love ...
The passionate friendship we had
and the brightness of our happiness..
These are our memory scraps that will never come back alas!
How we do miss those days where hearts have become so cold ....
Translated by A.B.12