She comes with ribbons and mystery
Stars shine like future flowers
The simple things of life shall be
Refreshed again with gentle hours
Sometimes change comes with quiet
Rest and dreams like moonlight
Her hand with me in the twilight
Poetry is a branch to the bird in flight
We meet by a meadow of life
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