Vintage Feelings

The smell of rain is still the same
The blue skies have never stopped watching
The joy of mud and sand already forgotten.
I still dream of catching butterflies
And holding birds in cages
I still wish on stars
The details lost in my head
Change is coming
This time bigger than the last.
I still catch the restless fever
Even in my still state
I still cry over titanic
And that Celine Dion song
I’m still a girl that is dreaming
And some of them have come true.

Vera