Memories of summers in June.
The smell of old books and piano keys,
Lilac scent that trickles down my memory,
Your perfume, I can smell from a mile away, Your marked scent, constantly lingering,
Consumed of, memories of summers in June.
Sincerely,
T.W.N.
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To All The Feelings Left Unsaid
PoetryHere lies a collection of poems that paves the pathway through the inner thoughts and feelings of a young soul experiencing life, with love and losses in between.
