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Memories Stir
A blanket of dust
now covers our picture.
Soft earth that was once your skin,
is now dusted with snow.
This sheet had layered
over months without warmth.
But we are soon
to hold each other again.
Then Spring bed will be dawned upon,
and rains of April;
shower mud off of your
brilliant reflection.
Summer may bore
our new year,
to melt mountain’s
ice covers.
now covers our picture.
Soft earth that was once your skin,
is now dusted with snow.
This sheet had layered
over months without warmth.
But we are soon
to hold each other again.
Then Spring bed will be dawned upon,
and rains of April;
shower mud off of your
brilliant reflection.
Summer may bore
our new year,
to melt mountain’s
ice covers.
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