The time has come when we can't differentiate,
Differentiate between Winter and Summer,
Autumn and Spring, both seem to hide their signs.
Give us back those days,
No! do not give them to us,
for if you give us we would lose them once more.
But come! Let us together find the days,
Let us in unity walk those paths,
Let us in oneness tread those golden tracks.
Let us, filled with so much surge consider,
Consider those trails filled with distant loud chatter,
Chatter and clatter of happy women seated in our hearts.
Who has once made our accelerating heart beat,
Made our beautiful hearts their abode, crib and digs,
Smiles on sad beautiful faces.
Those paths we walked barefooted,
Always unshoed and unshod,
Yet we wouldn't mind,
Because we found so much joy in ourselves.
©coymistres
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