Twisting dirt roads summertime south
In the birdsong youth of yesterday
When as a boy I had joyous dreams
Of a magical girl
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The lovely scent of nostalgia that pervades this poem sets the reader dreaming.
Wonderful images on, the musings of the what-if loves, which may have left, or left behind? Danny
Wonderfully dreamy romance from you here Uriah! I have come to expect nothing less. Yes! Maybe we all would, if only we could! Smiling at you, Tai
beautiful words... the romantic nostalgia and the images of love you have painted are serene and hopeful...
Praise for your magical summertime mood. Those whom we have loved, never leave the landscapes of our minds. Take care. Always your friend, Sandra