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The days were so lovely, the springtime of year
Extended by hours enjoyment held dear
Warmth of the sun danced on her face
The wind was so gentle, blowing her hair out of place
The Butterfly beauty catching her eye
Dancing and laughing reaching the sky
Pleasure so simple relaxation so pure
Comfort exquisite nothing to endure
Then in a moment a blink of an eye
Flashes of lighting fill up the sky
The day becomes cold, silence is lost
A brief consolation, memories tossed
The magic she found in the beautiful spring
Removed from her world and became a horrible thing
The fall is the time to prepare for the death
Of flowers and creation seeking the last breath
Even her love did not pass this last trial
She sleeps for now in the gossamer’s lisle.
Much Love Much Life