I got one childish memory called back
Not very long time ago,
Dry summer days, they won’t attract
Except the one that far-gone,
I was standing here in the court
Twirling a pebble in right hand,
Young little boy, five-year-old
Would never leave his native land
Just as I heard a ringing voice
It was Grandma calling me to dinner,
She always wanted me to feel rejoiced
So trifle could satisfy the man that inner
This fine memory means much to me
I will never leave it there behind,
My bright-coloured past for all to see
I’ll hold it opened in my mind.
Fine Childish Memory
© Copyright: Давид Асланян, 2009
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