Poetry, Quill


Remind me again darling,

For I seem to forget,

The smell of the flowers,

The patter of the rains,

The life in this moment,

Not forward, nor behind,

Amongst the bustle of the daily herd,

I seem to ignore what I leave behind,

So remind me my darling,

Tell me again,

Give me your love,

And take away my pain.

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