Wind only flows where the trees sing their memories.
The grass only swings with the flow of the river that shines ever so delicately in the sun.
I do miss the days when i heard the singing of the birds
I miss the days when panic wasn't struck in the madness of the tree rings
I miss the days when the sun would coat you with warmth instead of dangerously attack you with its rays
I miss the day when the world sang with harmony
I will forever miss yesterday and forever farther behind
because that is one thing i will never be able to get back
December 8, 2017
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Aggressively Distant
PoetryRiddles aren't fun if they are burnt out too soon. Enjoy the game. I know I will too.
