A delicate graze;
Upon the wings of memory-
They greet me with a brush,
The lightest touch...
Against flesh warmed by the sun.
Fluttering beside me;
Constant companions on long walks-
Inside my head,
Reminders that life is beautiful...
Though shadows walk behind me.
Their colors so vibrant;
Replay moments when joy kissed me-
And love took my hand,
Whispering of safety and peace...
And they know I loved.
That I love.
Seeing the passion within;
They know these words-
How they spill upon the page,
And they tell me...
"That, dear... Will always be enough."
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