Smells are deeper
Colors more vibrant
Memories stir
Floods and drizzles
Childhood score playing on
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July 12, 2015
Rain
By emtwytte
This entry was posted on Sunday, July 12th, 2015 at 6:55 pm and tagged with Home, Memories, Poem, Poetry, Smell and posted in Poetry. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
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