Memories

Memories, of our dream, are the season most cherished
Endless anecdotes, all reminding me of your scent
My mornings, reminiscent of times not predisposed
Or of those we lost track of, as two mortal beings
Rising in love, we found wings, astonished at being pulled back
Indignated and suffering, forced to tear ourselves apart
Establishing permanent refuge in memories, as we melted away
Sometimes, I still feel the zephyr touching me where it hurts...

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