In the soft grass meadows of spring

after the sudden rains

your vioce echoes and rings

through the foggy window pane,

footsteps void of image race through the halls

sending volumes of laughter through the air

cursed for time to stall,

to hear, your vioce in my ear.

Softly in the grass meadow of spring

after a leaf falls through the air

down the misty avenue

reminds you are no longer there

fading in the distance as in time we both knew

is the memory of you.

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