“Latvia”

 

You always share latvia’s story,
A small country with big history.
A hills surrounds with chilling feels,
A place I wish to see for real.

You promise to take me there one day,
Though I live a million miles away.
I hope to steal a quick visit.
Take me there, even just for few minutes.

Imagining that quick strangers chat,
A walk in a small town, when no one’s around.
Or a feel of chilling wind in my head,

Just like what you have said.

 

A long ride, as you share few stories,
Of country memories and old songs.
A travel that will not last that long.
Yet a kind of memory that is never wrong.

(C) M. E. Flores