Sweet Winds
Sweet winds of summers forgotten,Carrying on them rememberances of the past.
Lost dreams like flower petals in the wind,
Softly floating ever onwards towards the horizon.
The sweet smell of jasmine in the air
calling you ever onwards towards the unknown.
Wile childhoodmemories play in the grass and dance beneath the trees.
Moments of golden reflection,
Lasting but moments,
But forever changing our souls.
These are the sweet winds of summers forgotten and summers to be.
These are the winds of childhood myth and fantasy,
Forever blowing in the souls of serenity.
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