sweet memory bliss


a sweet memory bliss tastes like the first time i tried chocolate Jello pudding as a kid.

it feels like sand between my toes the day i skipped school and hung out by the lake.

it looks like the way my love searches for me across the room, and when his eyes find me, they sparkle.

it sounds like hearing my babies laugh together at holiday while i make their favorite dinner.

it smells like a camp fire with smoke rising above the flames into the night sky.

a sweet memory bliss wishing upon a star.

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