She… flowers and me She
String of flowers
adorned her tresses
like a tiara
Dusk falls, she
drowns in the
sea of orange
Slipping into the
tides of time
her bare feet
A wanderer
she walked miles
dripping with memories
In the dreamlike
fields of gold
She found beads of love…

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