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Last night I dreamed of
timeless bright flowers
that smelled of memory,
and a warm Summers day,
filled with laughter and sun.
Slow stately breezes
carried scents of cut hay,
and people were all gathered,
with smiles and good cheer.
They stood in a meadow
filled with black cows and brown horses,
surrounded by birdsong and childrens' laughter,
and tossed crisp white roses and lillies
onto fresh turned grave-dirt.
They gave my headstone a last soft caress,
and moved off in lively parade,
to celebrate a life well lost.