moonlight along the river road

Narva

i would never believe
i could born in Estonia
those precious green lands
and all that melancholia

my grandmother told me
our life has the sides
with different things
the truths and the lies.

sometimes i still dream
like when i was a kid
that i never was weird
for the people i need.

i still carry my dream
in my fragilest heart
that somewhere i'll be
unconditionally loved.

love to dream about place
i have not been before
like Narva's landscapes
with those river blue lace
i had recently wore.