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Endless Summer


You smelled of 
Patchouli

The Stones were on 
the turntable

Smoke 
was in the air

Boone's Farm Strawberry was
the flavor of your kisses

That summer,
endless

Our youth, more powerful 
than we ever knew

We were bulletproof 
and would live forever

Tomorrow 
was a given

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Posted in Life, Prose, Writing

Forgotten #writephoto

The forgotten door to yesterday. The backroads and wrong turns of your youth. The place where magic was always a possibility and summers stretched forever.  Behind this door lies a realm of fantasy, riches unclaimed, and misplaced dreams.  The key is just under that stone to the left, hidden in a niche.

Would you use the key?  

Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson

*This is in response to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto Thursday prompt. If you would like to get in on the fun, you can find out more about it HERE.

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Sandalwood and Patchouli

You smelled of Sandalwood 
and Patchouli.

Zeppelin on the turntable, 
smoke in the air.

Boone's Farm Strawberry, 
the flavor of your kiss.

We were bullet proof and 
would live forever.

Tomorrow was a given, 
it would take care of itself.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson