Monday 21 April 2008

Brings Back

The wind blowing through my hair,
The sun shinning brightly,
Flowers dancing in the distance,
It all brings back sweet memories.
The rustle of the leaves
The perfume of long ago
Lingers in the air
To bring back sweet memories.
Birds chirping
Frogs croaking
How wonderful to know
It brings back sweet memories.

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