I still remember summer days,
When neighbors gathered in a haze
Of laughter, stories, food, and sun—
The world was vast, and we were one.
No sides, no fears, no angry fights,
Just endless games and starry nights.
And in the shade, our hearts ran free,
Beneath the old mulberry tree.
We tasted joy without regret,
And every hour was sunlit, set
In childhood’s golden, fleeting glow—
A time too sweet to ever know
Would slip away on grown-up feet,
Yet in those days, life felt complete.
We dreamed, we danced in summer rain,
And promised we’d return again.
Now here I stand, grown-up, alone,
The streets have changed, the years have flown.
But something stirs—so quietly—
Beside that same mulberry tree.
I see her—braids and summer dress,
With candy hidden, childlike mess—
And feel, though older now I be,
She’s always lived inside of me.
The Mulberry Tree
© Copyright: Зейнаб Салимова, 2025
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