The scent of nostalgia
Fills my heart, like
A fresh breath a new start,
The little heart wander in awe,
The egg yolk looks like the sun in the sky.

The balloon rises in the sky
And dance on the tune of the gentle breeze
My little feets, my heart
Running behind the joy
Of a passing balloon or
Of the rainbow I see in skies.

I wish the dreams within me
Sparks a glow,
Like that of stars,
In the night.

The tales of Once upon a time
And happily ever after,
Although I lived in the...