Memories of Desire

I think of the time
When we ran with wind
With the breeze that found your hair
The birds that flew ahead
And spiraled through the air

When we talked about the time
When we’ll have our little chats
On an old wooden porche
Or an even older chair

We said we’d grow old together
Discovering ourselves
And decorate our moments
In our soul’s maroon shelves

Now as I look at you
I recall those times
As we’re old and our dreams
Are very much true
And those days are all
But distant memories
Like the winter leaves
And drops of dew

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