White-pink blossoms
On soft dewy grass
The warm wooden seat
By the glowing fire place
Sour-sweet cherry preserve
On hot baked bread
Juicy golden apples
With fresh brewed coffee
The long French window
Enveloped with Cherry branches
The bright orange sun bathing
A lush forest brighter
The vintage pocket radio
Playing bygone sweet melodies
The musty smell of old books
With yellow dog-eared pages
My sweet pleasures as a child
Come haunting in my dreams
I wake up to the steely city and
The cacophony of the grey jungle
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