Flowers in my hair

I feel flowers in my hair, blown there by the wind.
The smell of spring and brighter days.
I breathe it in and my memories come alive.
Memories of bright days in the sun:
in the garden behind the house, surrounded by flowers,
at the local swimming pool, fooling around at night,
and in a park far far away, playing card games under a tree.

 

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