Warm In A Summer's Breeze
By sidewinder
Here I am in a bar, Not drinking, Walls full of memorabilia, Old memories of days gone past, Sweet in the nectar of time celebrated by the music, Blues I think, Neon lights flashing, Two lovers being sweet, Making their own recollections, Distant when they look back, Remembering what it was like to be young, And I smile... only if it was me, These days it's good to have a loving hand warm in a summer's breeze. May 13, 2001 Written January 18th, 2002 © on Jun 28 2002 01:45 PM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 4
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