Winds of summers past

​Things must have
been different once.
​Moon, sun and stars
​closer together.
​Now the world seems
​to sink into some
secluded spot.
​Clinging on with
​an infants fingernails.
​But I have had
​lost love restored.
​And a new dance began.
​Everything for a memory to hold.


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