e·phem·er·al
I am but a flicker
But burning bright in Your eyes
Am I
The virtuous spark which ignites
Your first flame
the reason for morning light
Or a fresh fire in an old wood in the deep green
like a new dew, though daily
rekindles like creation at first word
..
mem·o·ry
Is like dandelion in winds too soft
Or an epigram you told me
A line after another like strings of a piano without damper
Like you, like me
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