THE SOUND OF YOUR DESIRE TO LEAVE I don’t hear the wind chimes Anymore… The wind chimes that used to be hanging from a tree. The same tree that whispered love When its leaves rustled in the breeze. I don’t hear the sound of the children Creating games in the playground The same children …
THAT PLACE BY THE LAKE
“Golden Hour at Emerald Bay – Lake Tahoe” by © Frank Schulenburg /. Licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons
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Springtime
Will be like celestial chimes
echoing in my mind forever.
Those are the sounds that will
Bring me closer
to a perfect kind of love and paradise.
The search will be over
As long as the encounter
Takes place.
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Springtime,
Forever filling me whole
with memories of innocence
beauty and bliss;
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For there is a place,
By the lake and the river
that love
Gently touched my lips
– In Springtime –
When I allowed the fresh breeze
to make it All Cool, every day.
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