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Lying in the fragrance
of a soft summer morn,
Listening to the gentle breeze
that silently wanders on.
Golden memories wander
through ageless fields of life,
Drifting flowers melt against
the sun's soft golden light.
The waters of the soft blue sea
recede in silent struggle,
Glistening sea gulls in white frocks
swoop down with cries of wonder.
Beauty lies among the thoughts
of moments gone today,
Bequiled by memories and dreams
of golden yesterdays.
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