The wild taste of honeysuckle, sweet clover and sunshine
Touched by the dance, as bodies sway under stars
The melody of memories, collect in pools of laughter
Consciousness and conformity reveal what we can’t see
The smell of hope and regret lingers long after the knowing, that we are becoming more than what we traded away
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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