Tuesday, 6 February 2018

when it was spring

i miss that breeze
between my knees
days in the park
that fresh green sneeze

i miss that warmth
trees with blossom
spotting clouds
with a grass-stained bottom

i miss those sounds
nature calling
birds and bees
was it all a warning

i miss the mind
that was free
careless thoughts
the younger me

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