When morning lifts its soft and golden light,
The quiet sky begins to glow and rise;
Warm winds move gently through the fading night,
And hope awakens slowly in our eyes.
But time moves on and steals the bloom away,
It turns bright youth to dust we cannot hold;
No living thing escapes its silent sway,
No shining face remains forever bold.
Yet words can keep a beauty living on,
They guard a love no passing years erase;
Through lines of verse, the soul is never gone,
And memory keeps its light and gentle grace.
So though our days may fade and disappear,
These lines will hold your living presence here.
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