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Rustling branches, falling leaves ,silently they fall Carpeting the winter grounds Large oak trees standing tall Whispering winds echoing clear The highest pitch I feel you near I think I hear you I turn around I search but nowhere To be found I walk to the park our favourite place Every step we took -I trace I find our tree ,our names enscribed Behind it you often used to hide I miss your smile Your warm embrace Your loving touch Beautiful face Such joyfull memories "Still "! each winter brings I feel your spirit When the robin sings.
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Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
When the robin sings
Rustling branches, falling leaves ,silently they fall Carpeting the winter grounds Large oak trees standing tall Whispering winds echoing clear The highest pitch I feel you near I think I hear you I turn around I search but nowhere To be found I walk to the park our favourite place Every step we took -I trace I find our tree ,our names enscribed Behind it you often used to hide I miss your smile Your warm embrace Your loving touch Beautiful face Such joyfull memories "Still "! each winter brings I feel your spirit When the robin sings.
lorraine-day
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lorraine-day
Scottish
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
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