Heart Kissed Memories
The turning of hours in the midday sun,
Fire burns bright in the sky forever more.
Spring flowers hope to see the heavens,
But winter's shadow still stands at the door.
As the fresh driven snow falls in spring time,
Dreams of summer days are nevermore.
Yet when hearts do kiss their memories,
We are reminded of how some days soar.
A promise told is really nothing new,
Time always has a rhythm this is true.
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