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Summer's Song

 

A warm memory on an old dusty shelf
The photograph still stands
And colour fills the room
And the ice melts away

The smell of summer, the feel of long grass
Brushing against hands
A return to the room
A smile returns

The soul in bloom
The heart skips a beat
The familiar feeling returns
Memories of summer's song

The colour fades and winter seeps in again
Snow falling silently on snow
But the memory still remains
A winter rose

Trapped in crystal, trapped in glass
Only echoes whisper as the wind blows past
White and grey through night and day
A table, cards, cigarettes and days will pass
Trapped in a moment, trapped in time
Echoes whisper in a sleepless bed
Short of breath in a spinning room
Breathe, breathe

 

 

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