the past
is a place i leave behind
it was nice
i said remembering the
fresh waters
of the island's lagoon
when we meet
you remind me of those
colors and
scents
those sounds of laughter
hanging on the
trees
i always remember them
too
the past that i
leave
behind with you
is a place i leave behind
it was nice
i said remembering the
fresh waters
of the island's lagoon
when we meet
you remind me of those
colors and
scents
those sounds of laughter
hanging on the
trees
i always remember them
too
the past that i
leave
behind with you
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