AnaMia's Friend PhylanthropicFlattery's Place Net poem Any Whys

ANY WHYS

If I should never watch a sunset
Or hear the sound of pouring rain
Taste the fresh of new made butter
Or sink in feel of sandy grain

I'd hold fast to precious memory
In keeping them we all are made
Definineing things we hold so dearly
In close attention we have paid

But gladly loose a dozen feelings
When senses flood with such delights
The blow of wind upon my eyelids
The smell of oak on chilly nights

Than forget those days we touched each other
When gentle, softly blew to mind
Made me feel so loved, important
As we then unraveled precious time

For in those thoughts that I am happy
To ease away, with tears in eyes
And hear your goodbye fade behind me
Not knowing one of any whys

PhylanthropicFlattery "Wingless"
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