The Song On The Wind
I have always loved to have a picnic.
and laying down on the short grass
with my hands behind my head,
looking at the clouds
my thoughts wonder off
as I am caught up on a melody
that is brought to me on the wings of the wind.
The song brings memories and nostalgia
and feelings of déjá vu
and its sounds so familiar
with the memory lingering in my mind
but I cannot recall the words
and this is like a piece of puzzle
that does not fit and it boggles my mind.
When the music stops I am frustrated
and in protest I want to turn off my head
but how do you do that kind of thing?
The tune that came on the wings of the wind
is stuck in my head
but when the memory comes back
it is sweet and the words do make sense
and with the words and the tune lingering in my mind
I open my eyes to see the cloudy skies
and I still do hear the song on the wings of the wind.
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