The Land they Drew
Off they went to a land
Nurtured by their love and struggle.
They survived there till age 84
Yet it always seems like they are 48
Someday one of them left the grounds of heaven
To another heaven, not as wonderful.
The other one departed soon, but my memory is fading.
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One hundred years later,
Off survived in that land,
Still as wonderfully drawn.
Now, the flowers blossom with an o
range briskness of spring,
With the fragrance of velvet or rose.They say the departed keep the land beautiful
With memories furnishing hope and magic,
Belonging to, they say, the numerous
Who had been there over the last 100 years.
