Poetry Wednesday

Memories, Poetry

Memories:

I see a car go down the road,

it reminds me of summers long ago.

I’ll flip the binded pages of a book

while I sit and sip my tea,

one day I hope for this to be.

Nothing will be the same,

I will always have a hopeful pain

to sit and read my binded book of memories.

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