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The Days I Remember
I remember the smell of rain on asphalt
The gentle caress of the summer breeze
The sweet taste of fruits so ripe
The music that was your laughter
I miss the happiness in your eyes
when home still welcomed us
The gentle caress of the summer breeze
The sweet taste of fruits so ripe
The music that was your laughter
I miss the happiness in your eyes
when home still welcomed us
Published 21st Feb 2024
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21st Feb 2024 4:16pm
For me this was a strong concise image that weave a thread of a place\space called home
thanks for sharing this piece!
thanks for sharing this piece!
