I long for the days when we'll be together,
When the sun will shine brighter on the nice weather
When the sun will dry the oceans of my tears,
And our love will bloom the flowers that withered
When the birds will compose a song for us,
When I'll listen to the voices I long to hear,
When the moon will light specially for us,
When the wind will forget the harshness it bears,
When the days will be smaller and the nights become longer,
When hand in hand like birds we'll fly together,
When everything will be just fine for us,
I just ... long for those days!
(I wrote this poem when I was 11/12 years old. I dont remember exactly why I wrote it. It doesn't sound very august or impressive now, but theres something still very very warm about it :)).