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April has come; a wave in the ocean, March was.. These days in April we walk on beautifully olive grass, with raindrops that fall from the azure, vast, magnificent sky - wonderful daffodils bloom, alongside daisies and dandelions March gave bouquets of.. I lay on the ever-expanding field, reminiscing of the dearest days I shared with you; Oh please, Oh please, my dearest, when will I see you again once more? The days passing feels like the slow growing life of a seed.. I write to you, months pass and I continue my days in memory of you. To my grace, I await the days we can share once more...