Moments caught, like fireflies,
flicker softly, then they fly
Memories stored in glass so clear,
whispers of laughter, echoes of cheer.
Each second cherished, held so tight,
a treasure trove of day and night
Though the sands of time may shift and roll,
love remains, the essence of the soul.
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