Reflections

Mirror image memories
Grow more hazy
Since we sat there
Side by side,
In that first spring of love.

Now I watch silently
From my lonely knoll
As young couples walk
Hand in hand,
Unaware that the seasons
Will pass too quickly,
When flowers no longer bloom.

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