Little Things Poem by Autumn Winds

Little Things

Rating: 4.0


The black and white pictures burn

Memories now, But never forgotten

Ashes scatter in the wind

Yet the world still turns

Days continue on

The rain still falls

The birds still call

But it always the little things

That remind me of you

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Autumn Winds

Autumn Winds

Sanfrancisco, California
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