December, one again
Going back in time, Is not so difficult As it may seems All it needs is a diary, And some written pages To go through, one after another To relive those memories All it needs is a book Filled with poems, Reflecting the emotions We once went through, All it needs is an old worn sweater And Sweet indulgences of Sleepless nights, Restless days, With each new sun Brought along the Brightness of Renewed hopes, Endless longings Enchanting conversation, Fearless endeavors, And as in this December Wearing an old sweater, Writing my diary, Reading the poems I wrote in those times, It dawns on me, how, Going back in time Is not so difficult As it may seems.