Back To You
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Jayne Louise Davies
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A woodland place of all things pleasing
Soft green grass that moves with the breeze,
Those melancholy sounds, are so appealing
Of wild, free birds upon the trees.
This small place, breathes life before me
Flowers grow each place i tread,
The soft glow of the morning sunshine
Thoughts of you are in my head.
For here we walked, those distant summers
Taking in the morning air,
If only time could take me to you,
Back in life when you were there.
Jayne Louise Davies
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