Just a touch away,
This memory that eludes me.
Just the scent from a secret river,
A slice of sunlight on a rockface,
Will bring it back to me.
Just a fleeting moment in time,
Lost forever,
If not for the stones on which I tread
And that particular sound they make
As they are crushed beneath my feet.
Next word: HAIR
This memory that eludes me.
Just the scent from a secret river,
A slice of sunlight on a rockface,
Will bring it back to me.
Just a fleeting moment in time,
Lost forever,
If not for the stones on which I tread
And that particular sound they make
As they are crushed beneath my feet.
Next word: HAIR
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