Nostalgia

2a04f6bb4da2d85c29942f13196a5372.jpgThe windy days

the pouring rain

the trees that gazed

the sense of pain

It all comes back to me.

The bumpy roads

the muddy dogs

the life-sized boards

the rotting logs

It all comes back to me.

The shimmer of gold

the smell of damp soil

the crooked backs of the old

their reasons to toil

It all comes back to me.

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