GloMag GloMagMay2020 | Page 385

Echoes of some tender voice, Laughing, playing and clapping House remained the same but time changed many thing. Yesterday's child Now grown up All scattered in different place and direction, But my mind fumbling that very emotion. That courtyard, that playful hearts like free bird, That childhood, that innocence, Still in my heart creeping and crawling, That reminiscence. 385