Thursday, April 6, 2017

I Remember Her

I Remember Her
David S Nicholson

The soft rain over these bricked city streets, and I remember her.
The soft fuzzy skin of a peach, I remember her.
The faint hint of jasmine and I remember her.
I look over the fields filed with flowers, I remember her.
But is the really how it was?
I don’t know, but this is how I want to remember her.

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