The snow melts fast beneath the sun's warm ray,
Green shoots arise, where winter held its sway.
And in that place, where we two walked as one,
The birches whisper, memories begun.
The gentle breeze through branches, soft and light,
Recalls a time, bathed in a golden light.
A youthful laughter, echoes in the air,
A sweet nostalgia, a tender, shared prayer.
The landscape changes, seasons come and go,
But in the birches, whispers softly flow.
A trace of us, within the rustling leaves,
A silent promise, that the heart believes.
Though time may pass, and years may come and fade,
That cherished spot, forever will pervade.
The birches stand, a testament to grace,
A memory etched, in time and in this space.
Nostalgia
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