The moon, the sun, the star,
ablaze in the sky, from afar,
shining in the air up above,
in memory of the one I love.
The palm, the tree, the flower,
they whistle, they sway, they prosper,
Wafting through the glade, undone,
in memory of a loved one.
You are my world, my night, my day.
The color of my new mown hay.
You are my soul, my mind, my dove,
in memory of the one I love.
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| Image credit: Lydia Ballog/Cioux |
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