I remember fragrant moments in time:
Of wild flowers on the lush hillside;
Of sunlight on water; the first fleeting kiss,
And the fresh, cascading flakes of Christmas snow
I remember well those rose tainted days
Of childhood dreaming; the spring time of life:
When the world seemed as innocent as doves.
It was like a perpetual playground!
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