I miss the cold crisp air
I miss the stillness that exists here
I miss the people from my memories of this place we played
as children
I miss the trees and the beckoning as they call me to be
still in their protection
I miss the crunch on the snow of my boots taking me there
I miss stopping and listening to the woods as my air makes
clouds around me
I just miss
2 comments:
Awww. Valerie your words are so touching and I know they run deep in your soul.
How beautiful.
Sometimes I miss too.
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