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I think of the old hospital

We left so far behind

I recall the old surgical ward

In moments of solitude

And our adagio afternoons

Camel scarf

To keep you warm

And affections climbing high

Like clouds from our cups

I remember the blossom tree

Its leaves falling

Playing with the wind

Rustling recklessly

Delightful, attractive

Pavements graced in orange

And us melting into autumn’s chill

You are my joy

When life is nothing but a strain

Your love

The smell of rain

And its soft kiss upon me