Moody Season

by Kelly   Apr 26, 2008


The smell of the flowers,
The sun on my face,
The touch of the grass,
Makes my heart race.
The smell of the rain,
The clouds in the way,
The touch of the water,
Makes my day gray.
The smell of the wind,
The leaves everywhere,
The touch of the cold,
Makes my heart tear.

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