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You whispered anew to me,
as if in a fantasy
A voice calling long ago
to awaken memory.
Misty songs of yesterday
caress my spirit and mind.
Asking me to reminisce
on lost love I left behind.
A purity, as fresh snow,
wakes passion from long ago,
renewing embers thought lost
from their fire and their glow.
Heat alights my soul and face
returning to a lost place,
where home defined the sweet rest
inside your constant embrace.
Awake heart and treasure this,
a new, brilliant memory bliss
and take the unseen chances
to follow yesterday's kiss.
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