Memories

The light breeze tickles

The leaves of the old willow,

Weeping in the corner.

Sitting vacant is the

Worn down trampoline,

Missing the horseplay from the children

From back in those days.

When the lemon tree

Was full of life

Instead of lying dead,

Waiting for the rain.

A memory of the past

The green grass sways with the breeze,

Following the path

Of the white puffy clouds

As they slowly float across the sky

Their various shapes and sizes

Have no one to impress

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