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The End.

A lilac smell drifted in on the breeze
And washed over me like the April rain.
It rustled all the leaves of the birch trees
And it all made me feel young once again.
It recalled to me mem’ries forgotten-
Playing my games as I’d run through the grass
In my flowery dresses of cotton
Each one buttoned with six buttons of brass.
Oh! how I’ve aged since those very young days,
How much change I’ve seen the whole world go through.
My dark hair has turned different shades of grays,
It’s nearly time for me to say adieu.
The breeze begins to blow slightly stronger.
My eyes won’t stay open any longer…

The End.

Michelle Hitt

Spring Lake Park, United States

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