Recollections of bygone days,
Memories wash over me like delicate waves.
Summer walks are distant now,
Where once there was love,
That freely flowed,
Remembered so fondly,
Made of the finest gold.
And now my heart is empty,
For you faded away,
Taking those moments,
Those summer days.
Jayne Louise Davies
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