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.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC
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.
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