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Silken Tears

By Wintergrl7, Hopkinton, MA

A soft meadow
Once filled with a velvet sky
And sunning flowers.
Blue tree-tops watched over the dancing grass
While a singing stream cut through Nature’s Garden.

It seemed the entire world was filled with the songs of nature
When sitting there on the warm ground.
As though life put itself on pause
Just for you.

How many times have we lay in that grass
And counted the milky clouds?
Picnicked on the single rock
High above the sky-ward green,
And ran through the meadow
Hid behind the trees.

I stare now out at the Meadow That Once Was
Stare now at the Meadow It Now Is.

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