Lazy days,
with no end in sight,
windswept walks,
cosy nights.
I miss those days,
where cares were few,
I cherish the fact,
I spent them with you.
~The H Word~ by Hazel Urquhart
"Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood" ~ T.S. Eliot
~The H Word~ by Hazel Urquhart 
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