Flowing by the ivy tree
Rather it's another memory
Which I hoped you'd see
It isn't the flowers
Wafting in the breeze
Rather it's another likeness
I hoped we'd seize
It isn't the ritual
Of prayer on bended knees
Rather it's another moment
For our dreams to release
It isn't the habit
Or the desire to freeze
Rather it's another opening
Or a page to slightly be at peace
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