I didn't hear you leave.
Your rustling skirts were hidden by the breeze.
Soft winds that blew across the branches of my life,
Scattered those leaves,
Whose fragile hold upon my dreams,
Went floating past me on bright summer's streams.
Caught the glistening rainbows in symphonies of flowers,
Chasing away the solemn grey of winter's lonely hours.
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