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As I walk through this meadow
Of trees and flowers
A place capable of being compared
To the Garden of Eden

As I survey the meadow
I only see subtle differs
I looked into the patches of flowers
The only things I see are bones

Bones of past lovers who had traverse the land
I realize they reach their goal
I thought my fate would be as theirs
Until

Until I saw something sprout from the ground
At that moment it shot into the air
Slowly it descended to the ground
Then it started to bloom

What emerged was a shear thing of beauty
No, this could not be a thing
Then it came close to me
It was an intimate embrace

Then our bodies started to decay
Like the others
I then knew why the others were bones.