All of Those Times
there is a wild whisper that's blowing in the wind
it sweeps down from the mountains like a very old friend
it whips my hair about my face and eyes
and though it makes me squint
it brings back all of those memories
and I wonder where they all went
all of those times of laughter and dancing really close
all of those songs we used to sing and tiles on a board
all of those mornings talking, as we refilled our cups
all of those times of loving and sharing that I miss the most
there is a wild whisper, that's blowing in the wind
it sweeps down from the mountains like a very old friend
it brushes up against fantasy and dreams of me and you
and though it makes me squint
it brings back all of those precious things
precious times between me and you
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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