Tuesday, 14 November 2017

Spring Days

Will I remember these days,
walking into the shimmering haze,
sun on my face,
happiness in my heart?
Spring.
Space.
Fresh air in my hair,
cool on my skin.
Perfume in the air,
not a care.
Blue skies.
Shadows dapple on the ground.
Everything is new again,
with a cool breeze
on a spring day.

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