There were blossoms

on the tree

Under a sky

that was once theirs

In a night

painted

in evanescent hues

of gold and silver

Still haunted

by the memories

of this place

Sweet sadness

tumbles in

Her eyes

fill with tears

as she recalls

his precious face

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