Dear Departed -01
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There
I met you
In the golden sunshine
Of the afternoon.
You
Raised your hand
Slender, wet with rains
Of our nostalgic youth.
Softly
The flight of birds
Resounded the orange chants
Of the once green temple of lust.
You
Threw a slender smile
Melancholy over the bow
Of your hazel green eyes.
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