As she walks away

The vision of her blue dress and the lingering ghost of her perfume is all that remains As she walks away Her soft kiss still rests upon my lips as the cool breezes carries the cottonwood blossoms falling around me like snow As she walks away Visions of endless sunsets we’ll never walk under and…

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