No,
The day was not long
It was not the season
Of love
And the Sky
This day
Not abundant with sun
Nothing smelt sweet
The birds were not singing
No music was playing
With melodic meaning
Children’s laughter
Did not fill the air
Fields of fresh flowers
Not seen everywhere
The moon was not full
Nor on the rise
No,
Just simply us
On a first love reprise
When we made our own beauty
And created for us
The prefect illusion
Of passion and lust
When we had once
Filled pastures
Of sweet flowers new
Where we were the music
That hung under
The moon
Just a memory
Of a day
We knew would not last
Just a priceless piece
Of a once
Perfect past
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