A melancholy sound
treasured by a touch,
Awakened by her memory,
Silently whispering
by a time long past,
And in that freedom
a magic thought lost
now starts new beginnings,
Horizons rise
in rainbows
shared by a touch
kept alive
ancient and enduring,
Drawing more that what some can dream of,
Herald in an epic,
haunted by a spell,
Redeemed in its own creation,
A sensation of hope,
Blessed unforgettably.
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