Memento Amoris
Come to me...
Even in whispered thoughts that come to not.
On the trail of ashes scattered at every stop.
In the wake of unborn indigo dreams.
In the last drops of a dying stream.
With a soft reply and ardent eyes.
And a silhouette that unveils your eyes.
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