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Once upon a time,
Not so very long ago,
There was a world full of music,
And things we’d never know…
There was sun,
And flowers all around,
The air was filled with music-
Paraded with sound
The sky was blue,
And there were no worries then,
-Clouds of white,
And things innocent ♥
Dreams were free,
And wishes came true,
We had everything,
And I had you…
On my trees,
Fruits of plenty grew,
Blossoms of cherries-
Cherries, fresh and new…
In my garden,
Together we’d lay…
We’d stare at the sky,
And waste the day…
The roses bloomed,
And gardenias were on display,
The poppies were spreading wildly,
And I was with you everyday…
Now the winter comes,
And the snow shall fall,
My flowers shall wither,
And I will lose it all…
A snow covered grave,
And alms for the lost poor,
Memories of you,
Visions never more…
As the snow melts,
Memories of old times fade,
They leave no trace,
Of things to be remade
From spring, to summer,
To winter and fall,
Memories fade,
Until there’s none at all.
And I wait for new times…
Once again…
I ponder on old memories…
Once again…
New things will grow…
Once again…
Not so very long ago,
There was a world full of music,
And things we’d never know…
There was sun,
And flowers all around,
The air was filled with music-
Paraded with sound
The sky was blue,
And there were no worries then,
-Clouds of white,
And things innocent ♥
Dreams were free,
And wishes came true,
We had everything,
And I had you…
On my trees,
Fruits of plenty grew,
Blossoms of cherries-
Cherries, fresh and new…
In my garden,
Together we’d lay…
We’d stare at the sky,
And waste the day…
The roses bloomed,
And gardenias were on display,
The poppies were spreading wildly,
And I was with you everyday…
Now the winter comes,
And the snow shall fall,
My flowers shall wither,
And I will lose it all…
A snow covered grave,
And alms for the lost poor,
Memories of you,
Visions never more…
As the snow melts,
Memories of old times fade,
They leave no trace,
Of things to be remade
From spring, to summer,
To winter and fall,
Memories fade,
Until there’s none at all.
And I wait for new times…
Once again…
I ponder on old memories…
Once again…
New things will grow…
Once again…
I wrote this last night as i thought about the approaching winter... I think its rather pretty, and its the first thing ive been able to write since Edward died.
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