Orchids bask in the cool breeze.
Mourning arrived by the secluded meadow.
Emerald archways lead to a deceitful tomorrow.
Together, we once watched a waterfall flow from the sky.
Golden trees beside an amber orchard.
There is ecstasy in the kisses of one loved long before.
A crescent moon sets when swans depart for sunlit harbors.
Do not burden me with false light.
Like flowers of April, bloom tranquilly and adorn the fields with fragrant rain.
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