Pungent memories

Pungent memories,
Missing an old-time parks.
Where is the atmosphere
the scent of linden trees.
Where are the people of ivory
rain shadow stalk?

They are lost in the centuries
dusts below. or flown
angel wings to the world.

I look everywhere,
I no longer brations
the old atmosphere any longer.
Old Jokela, is not
restaurants no longer exist.