A Poem : A Short stroll Filled with Memories

The Gentle Breeze Wisps across my arm, and makes my heart flutter.

Soon it slaps and slams closed a shutter.

Gracefully a bird stammers in such a clutter.

As Twigs and leaves fly within each other.


Where are the memories?

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Nice ! :sunny: :sunny:

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The memories are in the mind whilest thinking of that type of day

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