Grannys House
That warm morning breeze
The white linen curtains danced
My eyes capture that moment
My minds in a hypnotic trance
I still feel that day
They say the mind remembers what it sees
My consciousness
It's part of all our humanity
Why that morning?
What about it stayed with me?
I'm confused
Yet, I can't unsee what I see
Those moments in life
That get forged in our mind
It makes me wonder
Why?
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