Tuesday, 14 November 2017

Spring Days

Will I remember these days,
walking into the shimmering haze,
sun on my face,
happiness in my heart?
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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