Song for myself

/ Rugby Lion

I heard your voice,
a trill of fresh love and free.
Such a sweet memory,
that paces from
morning to night.
Soon, the days will cool.
But all my ways of being
will rest with you.
Lily on lily, and lips
with slow twilight.

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