Soft echoes
When I close my eyes I picture the crystal glow of a glistening sea
and see your smile as bright and vibrant as a glorious sun.
When I awake on a fresh new day, gaze out upon a frosted street
into a mysterious, white blanket of fog within the skies
I hear the soft echoes of sweet memories
floating by like a song upon the wind.
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