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Autumn,


When the mountains mingle with the river,

When the sky clasps together, chilly weather,

When the river amalgamates with the ocean,

When the pageant scent of flowers blends together,


'nothing in the world is single,

all things by a law divine' you said

as you held my hand


Birds drifted through the air,

Benevolent breeze glided across,

Us dancing in a field of meadows,

Picking up dandelions and moss,

Laughing and giggling like kids.


Winter,


The earth became waterlogged,

Dried petals falling onto the emaciated sod;

As we edge pass the field, still and distanced,

The straggling green, ash, acting on me like gnaws


I sat in the garden alone

and watch as the stars twinkled brightly,

in the clearest night,


The sound of our dead laugh

seem just around the corner in the echoing hall,

Of memories.

-H

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