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Jun 2015
The scent of pinks assail me,
I'm walking down a hill,
evoking distant memories
that linger with me still.

Of secret garden places,
full of child delights,
where I played when I was happy,
'mongst Cillas, Daffs,so bright.

Cherry blossom tree drops,
pinking everywhere,
flying Dandelion Fairies
playing through my hair.

The scent of Pinks assail me,
travelling on the air,
once again,
they take me back
To a time without a care.
COPYRIGHT CLODAGH THESSEN 2015
Clodagh
Written by
Clodagh  United Kingdom
(United Kingdom)   
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