Our loved ones live
in our memories
And when they depart
our memories start
to unwind, to remind
times full of pain
times without rain...
If you doubt this
take out my heart
mind stops working
body ceases function
everything declines
whisper of the wind
ceases to cool the mind...
The rising coolness
fails to touch the skin
as memories start
to unwind, to remind
laughter insane
losses and gain
a gentle boy gone...
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