nostalgia
is old
like a childhood kite
where it has been put for years
and the memory is broken
The longing of flying childhood
The broken memory has wings
and it has fallen
because of breaking. Flying lightly
chasing something, such as the wind
the spring grass is deep
the partners get in and hide
whoever is holding his throat and screaming in ghosts
flying in fright and falling down
biting his smile
tickling his nose
flowers are also happy.