It always reminds me of you...
The gloomy sky, the chilly wind
The smell of burning wood
In a fire pit...
The quietness of an empty park
The falling leafs
It brings your presence
To my memory...
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Do you see His work?
When you look around And smile at the beauty of a bright sunny sky When you hear birds singing on the trees Or tiny butterflies Working...
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