The birds fly south as the cold winds blow,
Colorful, flourishing, countryside
Now barren, looks empty and quiet.
The sky turns gray and each one feels blue,
Deserted, desolate, depressing
It’s freezing and lonely whole outside.
Our child’s smile and hugs, keep our home warm.
Somberly iciness disappears,
We always feel gorgeous spring inside.
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A daughter, sister, wife, and mother of two amazing girls. I have decided to write about our hometown, our family, our traditions, and my precious childhood memories so that I can share them with my daughters. Over the years when I may not be able to recall these memories, I can read and relive these precious moments again here in my blog.
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