Memories
Still sleeps the lake in the evening sun,
Daylight is fading from view.
Pink clouds reflect in the silent deep.
Deep as my longing for you.
Still lie the boats in their moorings,
Ripples caressing the shore,
Gentle the breeze in the sycamore trees,
Gentle as memories of you.
Still like the wings of a butterfly.
Days of the past touch the mind.
Memories come and flatter by.
To be lost in an endless sky.
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