Through the summer meadows flowed,
Buttercups and daisies wildly grown,
And as I walked so gently through,
I remembered moments spent with you.
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All splendors shall die only true love survives, and we know not why. So delicately and beautifully sad.
Absolutely beautiful poem, of love, longing and hope. Thank God for the wonder of memories.
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