We walked across meadows
We traveled through fields
Flowers always bloomed
Now my dear,
Meadows are bleak
Fields are barren
Flowers no longer bloom
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Author:
James Michael (Pseudonym) (
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Good write JM. Did you see any guinea pigs in those fields?! lol.
The guinea pigs were frolicking; my lady was complaining about the mess they were making!
Lol.
Romance dies in the fall with some being perennials of love that bloom again in the spring. A most beautiful poem
There is a “Loss of Love” when there is no hope for it to be renewed.
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