Shoveling Snow
I miss the Sunny Days
When I look up
The Sky should be bright and blue
Around Me
A gentle breeze
Hint of Your favorite perfume.
Love is
An Aroma
That fills all my Senses
Grey Skies
Make me long for More
I miss the Sunny Days
When I look up
The Sky should be bright and blue
Around Me
A gentle breeze
Hint of Your favorite perfume.
Love is
An Aroma
That fills all my Senses
Grey Skies
Make me long for More
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