The ground was silent
as if in sleep
and all around
were in God's keep
It was on this spot
that I once stood
and gazed on you
in pensive mood
My wandering eye
was brought to bear
then locked inside
your flamboyant lair
A lair that was such
a wonderous sight
with multitudes of flowers
of the purest white.
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