Poetry

As the wind blows
tinkering the leaves,
As the air flows,
Leaving a soothing feel.
Oh how I reminiscence
Those days long gone,
whence innocence lay abound
and joyous ruckus found.

Oh Long forgotten memmories,
washed in the sands of time
return thee to me,
as time closes by.
faces of loved ones,
flashes through the ages.
A blanket covers thee
darkness is all that is left.