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On these kinds of days I'd like to speak french feel good about myself and be reminded of paris On these kinds of days Shoes don't hurt my feet And I touch random trees I'm passing On these kind of days any more poems don't matter they are there Just Walking right next to me |
Oh, how romantic this art piece is. How it speaks to all the fibers of my being. Summer makes me think of Paris as well, me longing to be there (even when I have never been there as of yet, I know I am romanticizing the idea of just being there). I also love to touch trees, and anything that blooms and grows during summer time. It feels amazing, sensational. "On these kind of days any more poems don't matter they are there Just Walking right next to me" I love this so much! Although poems do not walk next to me, I do have a lot of songs in my head, just there with me, making summer even more vibrant than it already is! AWESOME POEM! | Posted on 2015-01-12 00:00:00 | by wordsofmind | [ Reply to This ] | I really like the simple setup of this with the font choice and spacings, im not sure why but the any more seems out of place (cos it is) and that seems beautiful and critical. | | Posted on 2014-07-06 00:00:00 | by Daniel Barlow | [ Reply to This ] | |