Lost in my thoughts,
Gentle butterflies dance,
Neath the blue sky,
Fondly I glance,
The song of the birds,
Is now in full swing,
This is my place,
My everything.
A breeze cools my face,
No more do I weep,
Life goes on,
Your memory I keep.
Jayne Louise Davies
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