You make me think of spring time,
And lying in the grass after a few glasses of sweet red wine,
Sleeping,
Dreaming,
Inhaling,
Exhaling sweet fragrances
Of young pollen,
Fresh air of turned back time
And I dream of waltzing
Through city lines
Clasped within your hands,
Feeling the air
And knowing that…
I am home,
As you are
Home.
By J. Williams
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