Flowers, flowers are all I ever smell at my grandma's special hide-out
Insects, insects, are all I ever hear at my grandma's special hide- out
Ponds, ponds are all I ever see at my grandma's special hide-out
Whispering wind softly speaking to me like a mutual friend
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And I'm so very glad you decided to share with the rest of us! I enjoyed reading this sad but beautiful poem. Sounds like you once had some beautiful times and memories there. Well done!