In the gentle sway of the evening breeze,
Petals dance freely among the trees. One by one, we drift away, Like whispers of love in the light of day.
Gone forever, yet memories hold, Stories of laughter and tales untold. Though time may scatter what once was near, In the heart's bouquet, you remain dear.
Each bloom a chapter, each color a song, In the garden of life, where we all belong. Through seasons of change, we find our way, In the echoes of spring, we learn to sway.
Loved in the moments, though fleeting they seem, Like sunbeams that glisten on waters that gleam. For however long the skies may bend, In the wind, forever, our spirits transcend.
So let us cherish the time that we share, For every lost petal, a memory rare. As flowers in the wind, we gracefully part, Forever connected, heart to heart.
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