Little meadows filled with daffodils
Laughing children rolling down the hills
Blue skies and warm weather
A perfect memory to define summer
To remember purely innocence
Before the feelings of wistfulness
Reliving the beauty of childhood
All to keep, or so it should
It wasn't said that with growth
I would be left on my own
In a room where memories turn to dust
Ugly truths behind the rust
Seasons changed to wearing sweaters
Sad souls and burning embers
All seem to terrible pity
Memories left to remember she
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Time to Fly
PoetryTime to Fly is a collection of poetry that I wrote about my own thoughts and feelings. I hope this will help you find comfort and make you not feel alone in this journey called life as we go through our struggles together. Includes mixture of poetr...
