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My brothers and I once leapt like bunnies through this lonely forest,
Giggling like monkeys while swinging from branch to vine.

Granma's rainbow smiles while holding her fresh apple pie,
Scented with lemon and wine,
Lured us from the trees of vibrant Eden.
While Grandpa’s stormy voice echoed, sharp and strict,
As if bruises from needle-like sticks and tics
Were not enough to teach us fear.

We laughed like children from dawn to dusk,
Until we mourned each night,
When caskets lay beneath the six-foot graves.

Dark-veiled clouds gather to mourn,
As raindrops cascade, pouring out my tears.
The warmth of laughter fades like whispers in the rain,
A reminder of what was lost, of joy that now feels vain.

A single soul drifts through the grieving rain,
While the breeze of rotting, lemon-wine-scented pie
Entombs me in ice,
As I shiver in dismay
At the sight that they died.

Now reminiscing alone, aimlessly wandering
Down the withered Eden,
Where we once strode hand in hand,
Keeping me in the secrecy of mourning lilies,
As the regretful forest drags me back,
Lost in the haze of time’s stagnation.
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-Klausyuer: The ****** Poet