WindA Poem by TashaMissed my grandma this morning.
Each breeze is different
Standing in the middle of the garden Letting each breeze hit me, How the wind blows through my hair How as I stand there There's a cold feeling that Rushes me over me But its taken away By the memories of you Standing in the middle of the garden, Your favorite place Its like you're hugging me All over again Patting my shoulder and telling me Everything will be alright © 2013 TashaFeatured Review
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