Warm Beautiful Memory
Through yonder vail in shadows cast
I hear the winds of time calling for me.
This valley hewn for iron ore now paths a walk I did so many times hand in hand with thee.
I find my feet following in our tracks leading me to your favourite, special tree.
Our bench awaits under leaf canopy as dappled light plays patterns so majestically.
I sit in golden speckled light and close my eyes to remember we.
I hear the melody of your song play out in silent warm beautiful memory.
I watch the love of youth walk by hand in hand forming their own growing tree.
I walk home alone whistling the tunes that filled your eyes with joy when you were here with me.
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