Writing poems is like entering the new world, liberating the soul and allowing the heart to follow imagination, memories, sorrow, joy ...

The grass so soft and tender

Fresh growth after the rain

To the freedom we surrender

Again and again and again.

Children laughing, running, dancing

Barefoot all over the meadow

Lovers secretly glancing

Their world is spinning softly and slow.

So bright is the day

So sweet, lively and divine

Let children always play

May their hearts in eternal joy shine.

© 2019 Ksenija

Comments

Ksenija (author) from Novo mesto, Slovenia on May 21, 2019:

Thank you Lorna!

It is so great to hear that you had such a nice childhood.

Lorna Lamon on May 21, 2019:

Such a lovely poem - reminds me of my own childhood growing up on a farm with lots of freedom.