A Past of Winter Echoes
Bits of questions
Answered in a mirror, darkly
Spirits awaken in the parlor,
Wings of angels,
Shine bright like silver,
Flowers friendly, from a rosy prism,
Everyday fresh, everyday divine.
Once inside this change of happiness
Breaking above, the morning light
In the whispers of a melody, someone sings,
Past spring and into the warmth,
That summer brings,
Far away, long ago
Things my heart used to know
I will hold fast to my memories.
Never doubting what I hold dear
Never losing sight of what is clear.
And most of all:
Never forgetting those that I owe.
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