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Windy Green Hills Landscape (static.klipy.com)

#poetryprompt #Writing The light touch brushes my skin, A cool breeze causes the sway. If colours have scent, The cut grass is so sweet, Fresh as the first day of May. My memories entwine with the earth, And nostalgia guides my way. As I close my eyes for one last time, I gently fade away...