memories of times past
I walked in the midday sun
The streets were the streets of my youth
The warm air had an aroma of roses, just passed there best
But oh the smell that smell it was the best, I close my eyes and Im there
Walking these streets with not a care
Where are all the people, I think they may me be hiding the heat too much for delicate skin
Oh the days of my youth how I wish I was back, but then I realize all I need to do is close my eyes, and let my mind roam to the days of my youth in the streets near my home
Poetry by John holliday
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Written on 2021-08-19 at 06:33
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the dream
Today I had a dreamI walked in the midday sun
The streets were the streets of my youth
The warm air had an aroma of roses, just passed there best
But oh the smell that smell it was the best, I close my eyes and Im there
Walking these streets with not a care
Where are all the people, I think they may me be hiding the heat too much for delicate skin
Oh the days of my youth how I wish I was back, but then I realize all I need to do is close my eyes, and let my mind roam to the days of my youth in the streets near my home
Poetry by John holliday
Read 229 times
Written on 2021-08-19 at 06:33
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