She sits
Her cheeks burn as brightly as the red roses planted in the soil
Her pearly white hair glows like doves flying above in the cloudless sky
Her fingernails rest softly in her lap like fallen petals from the walnut tree
Her smile casts as the sun draws shadows onto the emerald grass
Her laugh echoes through the breeze, ruffling the snails in the undergrowth
Her memories of ballroom halls, ice-cream parlours, walks along the seaside
Flicker, flicker, ninety times
Before sparking with more adventures with loved ones to come
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