Outside, the meadows - dewy and goldenare cloaked in summer blooms.My heart, scorching and desolatesighs and sings sad songs of despairAnd while I gather hundreds of broken pieces of my heartOutside, the meadows - dewy and goldenare cloaked in summer blooms.

-Neena H Brar

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