Natures Sweet Aroma

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Poetry about Memories and Nature.

It wasn’t anything special.
It was nature, no extra fluff.
We were just being real.
Walking around, kicking rocks and stuff.
Down in the Gorge.

Just a group of friends,
like a tight knit family.
It could’ve been a lot people,
or just you and me.
Down in the gorge.

Memories, like leaves,
swirling in the wind.
I can still smell that sweet aroma.
Breathe it out, breathe it in.
Down in the Gorge.

Sometimes I still go back
trying to relive those memories.
But it’s just not the same,
if it’s not you and me.
Down in the Gorge.

Memories, like leaves,
swirling in the wind.
I can still smell that sweet aroma.
Breathe it out, breathe it in.
Down in the Gorge.