Garden tree

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Time after time you came to me.

Sitting here underneath the garden tree.

Your jokes, your stories; they made me believe.

Believe that I could be happy, that I too could achieve.

But such is true, we had scars from our burns.

Our ups and downs, our bumbs and our turns.

But I'll always when you went away,

Even now, sat beneath the tree we had planted once upon a day.

May your memories live on, as this tree grows taller.

So that one day it can reach you and our distance will once again be smaller.

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Thanks for reading my poem, hope you have a great day.