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.
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Where are the memories?
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Nice ! 
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The memories are in the mind whilest thinking of that type of day
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