perched on the melancholy horizon of emptiness
where she was so sure dark skies did shine
and trailed between their gentle gaze a warm spring breeze
that guided his morning kisses
to grace her sleepy eyes
She heard the rattling tin winds barely there
pass over her frozen seas
caressing the ivory breath, the cold curtain
of deceased December dawn
every mask for every season
and all the sad signs she made with slow hands
in the hopes to somehow call him back again
recalling your youth
and the name you once went by
in the home where luck grew in the garden
once cold ocean away
sealed with a kiss.....
You Were a Part Of My Life.
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