On a sunny path, beneath a tree's shadow,
A chance encounter, then reminiscing.
Bold whispers from the rustling leaves teasing,
past memories that seem like clinging vines.
They ring like swaying chimes in a stormy blow.
You asked if we could meet again and talk.
My heart remained steady, no fluttering,
You took my hand, and looked into my eyes,
Alas, no lightning flash, no thunderous skies.
The fire we once knew had since turned ash.
One last goodbye, I walked away, feeling free.
Multi phrase challenge.
Used 'clinging vines' 'rustling leaves''swaying chimes' 'a tree's shadow'
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