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REMEMBER

                                   The air,the air,it whispers,
                                     remember,remember
                                   the ides of November,
                                    when the willow trees swayed,
                                to the alpian breeze,
                                        remember the soft hoar,
                                 the grasses shivered,
                                     the streams,they trembled.
                                            
                                    Behold,the creek,
                                      do you remember the creek?
                                    and the majestic ridges,
                                       where from the hills' nook
                                    the shy spring sun smiled.
                                        where the bunnies hopped
                                           to nature's concerto
                                      and the train's engine
                                   like broken beating cymbals
                                 gave life to the sleepy meadow...
Written by nostalgic_hue (Alienist)
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Author's Note
I was inspired to write this by my early childhood days in the countryside.I miss those days.No one ever forgets the beauty of the good old days.
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