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One still summer day,
                  I lay in my garden of pondering
From where I could not see the sun
                 And the light was somewhat vague
Yet, it was summer
                 Just like any other
So, I thought back to the last
                 It was, unmistakably, the same.
I was lying still under shade
                While the garden grew and bloomed
Some cheery crickets visited by
                But, I could not make them stay
Flowers changed, how hastily,
                 I could not pick one to keep
And so they turned wild.
                 I laid, like I do now in the garden
But all beauty is slipping by
                 I think of the times I have spent here
What a waste it has been of life.
                 I am unsure of things now that I see
A cool summer breeze come to me
                 It left shivers amidst the June heat
A butterfly landed on my wrist
                 For the first time, I held it.
I was kissed by the breeze of awakening
                 Allowing myself to sit up and realise
I did not catch it before 
                 Because I never thought of trying. 
So I decided to pick a flower
                And went to touch its soft petals, 
I came about with one in my pocket
               Despite the bush having prickly thorns.
It was sweet, beautiful to my eyes
               After all, all beauty is not slipping by.

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