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Today I strolled
in morning's cold
to our secret bower.
I stood within
the sheltered glen
where once we shared love's hour.

In sun we'd sit
watch songbirds flit
enjoy their lusty trill.
Now dark shapes loom
in autumn gloom
the crows caw harsh and shrill.

The yellow flower
your soft hair's color
by brown weeds overgrown.
The mossy bed
you laid your head
now barren blue-black stone.

I turn to go
for now I know
our love has left this place.
I swear an oath
this lonely path
I never shall retrace.