#81-Open Fields
20/10/2017
Running around,
Playing catch,
Rolling downhill,
Feeling butterflies,
Laughing…
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Time passes,
The child grows,
But memories don’t fade.
These days,
The smell of freshly cut grass
Awakens old memories…
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And on sleepless nights,
I try remembering that scent.
It hugs me to sleep.
Not always,
But often enough…
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