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Birds warble softly behind trees
Golden rays flicker through the leaves.
Wind drifts through my tangled hair
Nostalgia lingers in the air.
Dogs chase echoes in the forest’s core,
Where laughter and peace are lost evermore.
Joy was a canvas we once used to paint,
Now faded and broken by time and by fate
Now I’m sitting where the skies are clear,
Bathed in the light I hold so dear.
I sit in silence, memories near,
Field is empty, but they’re here.
This was written by our contributing writer, Andreea Cristine.
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