PINEWOOD WALK
Pinewood
walk
If the days of my youth could come back
I wouldn't change a thing
My shame
Unspoken words
Secret desires
Pinewood walks
Your hand
Shivering
Unmade love
Tennage dreams
If those days could only come back
Days of bitter youth
The only time when I was
Truly, purely and strangely
Happy
No, I wouldn't change a thing
They say we'll never be young again
(M. Petrak)