When you can smell the trees again
You can feel a warm breeze
That feeling in the air
The way the same sky transforms from something cold
To something warm
Heating up my memory
It's the feeling of me walking home from your house late at night
Leisurely strolls without our shoes on
Twisting trails, long talks
An air that holds the secrets of deep conversation
We're stressed
We're depressed
Slightly panicked
But it's warmer
And we're together
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