In the winter time it grew.
Something sprouted from the land of nothingness.
A cafe near the queen.
In the spring time it became much more.
Summer bought to us warmth and charms.
A talisman of golden dreams.
Day of birth a celebration.
Liased so closely with the queen.
Too know, only two know.
Why from land love was dispatched.
When love the surface only scratched.
Beyond repair
Late summer winds blew and blew.
Love changed colour.
It's cold and so verily blue.
By ladylivvi1

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