Not Mine

I saved it though ...

faucon

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Meadow Song


You brought dainty blossoms from the meadow--
tinged lavenders, white laces,
sun drops.

"Let's run to the meadow," you tempted.
"Let's stroll through the sweet fragrant field.
We'll roll in a bed of pink clover.
We'll frolic in patches of sun.
We'll flit flower to flower.
The bees will adore us....
O come!"

At first I held back, but you beckoned.
I reached for your hand; we were gone.
We danced on a carpet of sunshine.
We skipped through the tall meadow grass.
Our life was a lyric till night came.


And then you were gone....

You were gone.

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