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gardens  in spring
in the  colourful  seasons
when you  shall  look for  me
 your  eyes  would  glisten
feeling   a  sense  of  loss
missing me  all the  time
in the  youthful  winds
listening  to  the  melodies
of  the  scattered  past
picking  up  the  fallen leaves  of  them
on the  face  of  it  all
 layers  of  dust
feeling a  sense  of  loss
you  shall miss me  a  lot