This day

this day

Memories shall come

on butterfly wings

thirst for true colors

shall cool a parched heart.

This day, may it be kind

a journey be placed on rewind

so heights unobtainable can

be scaled with new vigor

be reached with care.

This day, a precious one

a fragile outcome shall be birthed

truth shall be heard

voiced, unrehearsed, perhaps

carried towards eternity

on frail loving wings.

This day, shall crawl

life and time shall abide

by decision of love

to speak aloud

or forever be silent

underneath my wings

protected as should be.

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