Category : Poems
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Hear these quiet voices floating throughout the air.
The rustling trees, and smell of fresh bloom leaves.
Such a sweet fragrance which fills the lair.
For some, that aroma is tough to bear.
The sound of child's laughter filling country air,
crickets chirping by the old fallen tree,
and croaking frogs within the Lily stream.
The passage of time, visible by Sun,
the grass swaying in the light breezy winds,
and clouds blending in horizon's end.
Only few listeners can even hear,
the gentle whisper from our mother dear.
Nostalgic childhood memories far past,
like a lost piece of art, I yearn to last.