Like fragrance, it kept spreading wide,
Like memories, it stayed inside.
The night passed slow, soft and low,
Burning like fire’s gentle glow.
Dreams soaked in the moonlight’s gleam,
Lonely nights with whispered themes.
Even in the blaze of scorching sun,
We saw shadows hidden, one by one.
I loved you deeply, more than words,
In love, there were no lesser chords.
Like fragrance, it kept spreading wide,
Like memories, it stayed inside.
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By: [Rich Flower] The rain had stopped an hour ago, but the earth still smelled like a memory. Wet leaves clung to the ground, and puddles shimmered on the winding path that led through the old city park. Emily walked slowly, her shoes making soft sounds against the brick walkway, a folded umbrella in one hand and a tug of hesitation in the other.
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