We shall remember each day of their past
In fragrance of passions of faraway dreams
Those wearing old minutes of days now lost
But still lie inside like a ray of gleams
Those earthly filled out moments of soul’s dark
In feathers of feelings that faraway are
And still fly in their momentarily spark
Like wishes of twinkling faraway star
When silence meant moments of shadowed touch
Like water in flowing on the smooth skin
And Love said to Love: I need you so much
And everything was of breeze from within
Oh dreams forgotten days and aromas varied
How much now in winter those feelings we need
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