Aug 11
A fragrant memory among those left behind,
Memories of you are like a walk in a blooming garden.
One stops to take in the perfume of each flower,
And says, "Yes, I remember this one."
Memories of you are like a walk in a blooming garden.
One stops to take in the perfume of each flower,
And says, "Yes, I remember this one."
(F/Houston, TX)
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