I've watched the world go by
In this small corner
And I've seen the lines appear on the faces of people I love
And the dirt thrown into the memories of those who once shaped me
And as I stare at the road my grandfather tirelessly taught me to cross
I wonder how a place I found so much happiness in
Could now cause me so much pain
And as I watch people going about their daily lives
I wonder if they too have a café like mine
Where they grew
Where time passed them so quickly they forgot to be thankful for the lessons they learned
And the people who taught them
And I wonder if sometimes they too just sit amongst the ruins
And wonder where time went
- Author: Freya ( Offline)
- Published: February 18th, 2023 22:59
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 12
Comments1
Dear Author,
your nostalgia for your native land is very close to me. I really like Bulgaria. I visited Nessebar in 2019, admired the ancient cathedrals, beautiful beaches, and most importantly, good-natured and friendly people.
In a word, your poem brought back to me unforgettable impressions about Varna, Burgas, Sunny Beach and lovely Bulgarian villages with a unique identity. Thanks a lot.
Hi Natalie,
thank you for all of the lovely feedback, it is most definitely a place I hold very close to my heart and I'm glad it could remind you of your time in this beautiful country.
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