Endless Memories

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As the winds pick up speed

Twirling petals grass and leaves

My heart begins to pound

As my ears pick up the sound

Reminiscing in the past

While the wind gives me a blast

I am drowning in my memories

In the past of you and me

My eyes begin to water

As I realize what I've done

The past is in the present

I hope the present will be done...

Alas, my poem draws to an end

The wind begins to cease

With the sky right now at peace,

I'm left with endless memories.





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