To become a child again,
I spread my arms in the wind
And laugh out loud,
Sorrow will not hover over my infant head
And father will not be dead.
To become a child again,
I danced a little in the wind
In a reclining altitude
Before the splashes, ripples, and tides,
Before the mountains hide in the fog.
To become a child again,
I buried my memories in my mind,
Drowned the fears in my bones
Knowing that I will drown in the waters
And my silent dreams will not die of thirst.
