Recollection
As shadows wait
for the creeping
sun
And busses wander
past
missing stops,
memories prod
and shoulder push
the times of smiles
we thought forgotten.
😊
As shadows wait
for the creeping
sun
And busses wander
past
missing stops,
the times of smiles
we thought forgotten.
😊
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