she holds my hand with warmth
look me in my eyes full of love
i listen to her story of excitement
feelings intermingling, a vortex
we both understand; does exist
for few decades, i do reminisce
words are indistinguishable music
savored by lips of mighty mind
reminds me i am doing just fine
for ripples and thuds of unknown
folded like towel in early mourn
scratch my head, cobwebs gone
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