Alone
Now that the
Sun
Is shinning
Again, over
The fields
Scattered with
Golden flowers who
Seem to shine
On their
Own,
I find myself
Thinking,
Remembering
You.
The way you would
Kiss my cheek
So sweetly
so sweetly
As we lay
Together
On the grass,
The way you would
Pick a flower
And put it
Behind my ear,
In my hair.
It seems
I'll be laughing
Alone
This year,
Out in the
Sun,
And singing myself
To sleep
Under the
Moon.
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