Turn behind you
And then turn back
Close your eyes
And open them again
See the invisible
Catch the wind a dream
A dream that we were young again
In the land of the young
Where clowns with red noses
Horses without bridles
Children yelling and laughing, ruled
There was no sun to light the day
And no moon for the night
Stars plucked out from the sky
Adorned her neckline glimmering beautiful
Sparking under the black darkness of the night
The river was peaceful
As if standing to rest
Swaying gently to the sweet music on her shores
Grinning, smiling to all her yester memories
Old men and straight hatted women
Young lovers cuddling
Children screaming
All by her side
She watched them all
Through the dark corners of her eyes
Her eyes of yesterday
Re-living, life
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