I watch the swirling blossoms dance in the summer breeze...
And time drifts by...
I struggle to recall all the joy and laughter in my life...
As I softly begin to cry...
I know she was real once...
As real as my pain...
Hidden in the summer breeze...
Comes the summer rain...
I daydream on my lunch break how to avoid the coming days...
Is that a rainbow in the distance, or just the summer haze?
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