The outline of glistening gold
Reflects memories of the past.
Blooming flowers clinging to the sides
Growing braver, stronger
Like we used to do.

Its hands point to our treasured memories,
Every day, when our smiles shone together,
Brighter than the sun itself,
Bringing joy to those
Who weren’t so cheerful.

As exquisite as the golden sun setting
While her calming voice echoes in my head.
The scent of jasmine fills the fresh air.
As soft as the touch of her wrinkled hand.
Every tick is a memory of this.

As her spirit soars over me,
We spread our wings and fly off, together.



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