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Hippie
Remember,
When we used to sleep 5 am
And go to work at 9 am 
We didn't have much
But our life was rosy
We didn't need anything
We baked our own bread
And made our own beds

Remember
Our evenings of wonder
Where every moment was dreamed
We didn't sing to forget
But rather to celebrate
Today and tomorrow
And pray that if we joined hands
We'd do nothing but good

Remember
Our long hair
Our model sizes
Our faded jeans
Our sloppy clothes
Our bewildered eyes
And our daydreams
To share everything

© Farida Bouri Mihoub

Remember,
When we used to sleep 5 am
And go to work at 9 am 
We didn't have much
But our life was rosy
We didn't need anything
We baked our own bread
And made our own beds

Remember
Our evenings of wonder
Where every moment was dreamed
We didn't sing to forget
But rather to celebrate
Today and tomorrow
And pray that if we joined hands
We'd do nothing but good

Remember
Our long hair
Our model sizes
Our faded jeans
Our sloppy clothes
Our bewildered eyes
And our daydreams
To share everything

© Farida Bouri MihoubTodos los derechos reservados

algerie artculture faridapoems langueanglaise langues litterature littératureuniverselle poeme poete

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