A rosy tinted happiness
Did once sourround my dream,
The rivers and the hillsides,
A slowly flowing stream,
And fields of wheat and barley
And skies of purest blue,
In which the sun so gently
Cast down it’s morning view.
And this for others I saved,
For I cannot return,
For trees and fields I one wished
But for peace my heart doth yearn.
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Some people asked me to expand this poem. I didn’t want it to sound too forced, but I finally did it.
A farewell to a gentle friend.
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