| Melancholy memories, bittersweet walks down lanes of yesterday. A place inside, deep and warm, where thoughts, dreams, remembrances burn like sweet honey covering the heart and soul. Tears so full of what was, what could have been, what will never be. Embracing self in a place untouchable by stroking, caring hands A darkened retreat into places painfully happy. A sound, a vibration brings us deeper in and we revel in the melody that accompanies us, touches us in places untouched Helping transport us to places not often visited, to dreams not recalled as of late Our guide beyond thought, into emotions shadowed, and our guide back into the light |
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