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Elena Molina Poem
April knows best what parting means,
With the winter frost melting as seeds begin to sprout.
We talked and laughed each day,
And walked in her cool, forgiving breeze
We’d run out when it would rain,
Stomping in puddles with bright red boots,
No care in the world,
For what tomorrow might hold.
Now I watch, with tear-struck eyes
As you go around saying your last goodbyes
Your off on a new adventure
While our memories play a soft, sweet tune only we hear.
One that slowly begins to fade
Its volume rising only when it rains
As a reminder that
You don’t have to be near me
To feel the love you will always have from me.
Copyright © Elena Molina | Year Posted 2025
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