Look at this empty street,
And the snowfalls there swings,
In my childhood I dreamed,
Feel nostalgic, I miss.
I remember these walls,
And the ice under feet,
There were more raving calls,
Things, I want to defeat.
Now so sad to be there,
Too depressed to forget,
Look at this carousel,
At this bench… feel that glad.
I cannot understand,
But in love with this place,
It’s so hard just to stand,
So, my hand on my face.
It’s my home and my cell,
Here I lost part of me,
I don’t want to cancel,
All my memory free.
So, I love you, my castle,
I remember, I miss,
Now I older, but thank you,
Just for let not to free3e
My castle
© Copyright: Артём Чувайлов, 2017
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