Wispers in the wind sing a song long forgotten
a melody that is so sweet you can almost taste it
dancing on a promise told
not stumbling but
twirling and floating like a butterfly
remembering a smile just as comforting
A new day right after the rain
fresh cut flowers given with promise of things to come
Thoughts of travels and explorations replaced by the thrill
of a new chase
comfort found no longer in that familiar space
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