The first time I saw the hill
It was fully covered in roses.
The hill looked like in my dream
And I didn’t look for it on purpose.
I didn’t visit it that often
The road was far, I often lost my way
The seasons changed the place that I remember
But in my memory it is still same.
Same old hill fully covered in roses
And with closed eyes I can feel the smell
I’m going there and now it is on purpose,
But I’m lost…I cannot find the way.
The first time I saw the hill
© Copyright: Хелена Брокер, 2023
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