ashes or embers
etched in memory
the sparks of which
might haunt still
Slivers of glimmering pain
shedding bit by bit
fossilized or swept away
yes you overcome me
with a fresh smile
holding me forever
under this spell of -
a miracle happening....
etched in memory
the sparks of which
might haunt still
Slivers of glimmering pain
shedding bit by bit
fossilized or swept away
yes you overcome me
with a fresh smile
holding me forever
under this spell of -
a miracle happening....
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