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Jan 2015
You are the warm sun
upon my face

the gentle breeze
that caresses my curls

the reflection in my eyes
mapping out the entire world

You are the wondrous whispers
gently calling my name

the memories that linger,
I wish to delve into you once again

You are not here
it, now, I,
am not the same
One I found tucked away written a few months ago!
Louise
Written by
Louise  England
(England)   
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