
are never meant to fade,
![]() I touch the flower wilted and faded in hue hidden within the rice paper, Remnants of the night young promises were made in syllables we had yet to understand, Like soft petals falling I can still hear the gentle echo of your voice, I remember our dreams that were not tainted by layered circumstances of life, And our only care was to taste the forbidden fruit, Suddenly my eyes weep with silken tears, With age I come to realize some memories are never meant to fade, And my heart swells as I waltz in the memory of you. Author notesWord use option. in order used. A contest entry
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