Always
Permanently etched into my mind,
An arabesque portrait of once a perfect time.
Like pen on paper, easily on over you glide.
Floating steps like being lifted by angel’s wings,
As you bend your breath around my name.
You shadow me with your effortless grace,
All the memories caress my face.
So although the seasons grow old and pass,
Everything, from before, will everlast…
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