White clouds
whisper
of things forgotten
somehow
memories
are tossed
to the wind
like
flower petals
falling
to land
in mud puddles
discarded
surely
by mistake
Don’t worry, love. I’ll pick up the petals that fall along the way and save them to pull out later to remind you of those memories. At least those we make together, hm?
Don’t worry, love. I’ll pick up the petals that fall along the way and save them to pull out later to remind you of those memories. At least those we make together, hm?
I enjoy those walks down memory lane with you.
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