I hold our memories
like a wishing well holds it's coins
hidden deep in the pools of my soul,
reflecting
yellow sun rays,
bouncing
off the walls of my heart,
radiant,
in a world of dark.
like a wishing well holds it's coins
hidden deep in the pools of my soul,
reflecting
yellow sun rays,
bouncing
off the walls of my heart,
radiant,
in a world of dark.
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