She was sunshine and blue skies;
Roses, dandelions and smiles.
She was the moon's glow at night.
She was the noise and the silence..
She was the rhythm, the music..
That filled the void in my heart.
She was.
She is.
She will always be.
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Green Meadows
PoetryLife is a green meadow where green grasses grow. Some are tall bushes; some are just short weeds. No matter the length, no matter the size. Each one has a story; each one has roots. All are rooted to the humble earth, and all are under the radiant s...
