I knew you oncein a garden fair and smiling.Hollyhocks growing out of your long braids.You held my handas we walked toward the summer's end.
I see you nowand you smileshy as though you had never loved me,but those paths of green have wovena crescent around your heart.At center pure, an honest and upright stalk.The part only I can see through the hollyhocksof our childhood garden.
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