The rejuvenation of the eastertides
Makes me reminisce about your skin
The mint like gale, through my hair it slides
With not a single trace of sin
Makes me reminisce about your voice
The blossoms of the renewed posies
Gives me another reason to rejoice
Since It reminds me of your medals and trophies
Never Collecting dust on the shelves of my mind
The verdant leaves upon the tree bark
That sways with air and everything unbind
Makes me recall the way your hair rebounds when you walk
And the calm squal that whispers in my ear
Reminds me of your words, all slow, not a single wrong
You talk so little but with confidence sheer
Your words either brushed against my lips softly or punched in my guts, strong
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