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that first love
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My trashcan poetry she told me to close your eyes,
open your mind an listen to the wind
hear the secrets that it knows
the truth you always denied yourself
you're a better person than you pretend to be
I miss the bite of a cool colorado mountain night
the way the wind would whisper it's secrets
softly through the pines
the sent of it in her brown hair the way the moonlight
reflected back off those dark eyes
the wind knew the truth I was alive and in love
around her it didn't mater it was forty below
gray skies or sunshine
I miss the bite of a cool colorado mountain night
as I listened to the wind tell the secrets it knew
but most of all ................
I miss that feeling of that first love
~ D Donner ~
