Ambling the meadows with joy and tears in my back pocket, hand-in-hand with my only care in the world.
Smiling inside whilst hugging the aromas,
Melodic memoirs dance around us,
And we lay on the summer grass.

Flowery scents flutter in and out of my subconscious,
Letting them embrace me was so tempting,
But I would rather watch the meadows grow,
And be with you.

That moment of blissful recovery,
Was when the world seemed alright with me.

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