Soul Expressions
Send my way,
The sweet sounds of yesterday,
When the world seemed so kind,
When I had nothing on my mind.
Send my way,
The sweet summer skies,
Not hearing what others say,
And their pack of lies.
It seems to me,
The days of my youth,
Life was easy to see,
The real way of the truth.
Grassy fields in the meadow,
harvest the grass,
harvest the grass,
Time flows to death from my birth,
For everything does pass,
Here on earth.
Gentleness is gone away,
Softness turns rough,
Please send me the days of yesterday,
For today...I had enough....
Albert Alexander Bukoski.©


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