Your memory, a prayer for me.
Vibrating ripples on my mind.
A ticklish touch of Supreme energy
thrills the whole body and existence.
So magical is this naughty nature.
I smile and feel like a flower
mad with it's own fragrance.
Your memory is a humming bird
rested on my shoulder singing
a secrete song, slowly
turning in to the crescendo.
I envy, how you swing and effortlessly
be friendly with God.
Your memory is there
like a glittering horizon.
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