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Sky fades to white,
will soon fade to pink
Smell of the Spring,
bring the knowledge of my years
The fast paced wind swirls around me,
annoyingly tugs on my hair
Grimace towards the other girls
"Oh My God! Let's do cartwheels!"
Don't ruin my moment kiddies
Simply gaze across the winter beaten grass,
down the history ridden pathway
The sea is sparkling with light and carelessness
So free and beautiful describing Nature,
in itself
History envelops my being here
The buildings and roads, peeling and cracking
I see and hear the new phrases
And think of those gone before
Things sure have charged