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E.W.
Laying here, staring out the window
Watching the rain fall
Yet, the sun is shining in my head
Looking across the road, at a place you once called home
Now these memories fill my heart
They take me away,
To a place inside, where I relive those days
Sitting in grass, behind the shade
Who know these memories would last
We grew up too fast,
Now we're falling
and there's nothing to catch us
Falling slowly like a dream
It never what it seems.
Old Notebook Poems
are great. This is a good one. "...The sun is shining in my head..." marvelous line. Thanks for posting it. Love and hugs - Stella