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where flowers of happiness have never been watere

where flowers of happiness have never been watered allowing them to bloom. The many plants of life are withering away as they have been flooded by tears of sorrow. I am a widow lost in my own yard of a painful past. I see a bird flying to free me and cage me with him to behold a happy morrow. Shall i fly with him? I wish to see new blooms Smiling in my yard. The cremation of a painful past is long overdue. Will the Fresh flowers spread their fragrance in a bouquet of a beautiful Present? I am optimistic and hopeful. // The Widow's Lament in Springtime // Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire that closes round me this year.
where flowers of happiness have never been watered allowing them to bloom. The many plants of life are withering away as they have been flooded by tears of sorrow. I am a widow lost in my own yard of a painful past. I see a bird flying to free me and cage me with him to behold a happy morrow. Shall i fly with him? I wish to see new blooms Smiling in my yard. The cremation of a painful past is long overdue. Will the Fresh flowers spread their fragrance in a bouquet of a beautiful Present? I am optimistic and hopeful. // The Widow's Lament in Springtime // Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire that closes round me this year.
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