On the neighbors walls

There are (things) scattered

I didn't learn it from school, but I learned it from life

I wish I had written it on the neighbors' walls

In that white time

When a piece of charcoal was my favorite pen

The walls were delicious as a pamphlet

When I had a grandfather

I had more friends

And my dreams are more.. and my joys are more

My friend's name was Khawla

My bed was smaller..and my cover was shorter

When I befriended all beings

Birds, dogs and goats

And road cats.

But the days took me, and I grew up before I wrote it, and the surroundings changed..as did the neighbors