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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