A Departure

Far away with bricks and sand,

On a small lovely piece of land.

In the corner of that house small,

Where the witness were echos all.

Towards the right,

With bright sunlight.

No towers around,

Few lands bound.

Was her room with wooden bars,

Old structures and painted walls.

Laid a small beautiful house with wooden doors,

Stone walls, with few locks, of course.

The days of cradle, youth and play,

All at once scattered lay.

The gentle breezes would blow,

This way nights would pass, slow and slow.

The tired mind and the tired body,

Would slowly count their victory.

A departure is so sad,

But had a period ahead.