I came back from the past
My dreams in hand to last
With new thoughts to cast
For each word I breathe for you
Amends a face that you once knew
Brings up a smile even just a few
A poem that paints the sun
Brushing its rays of bliss and fun
Underneath it we laugh and run
My rhymes are leaves that stay
Sprouting as the things you say
Like the summer trees that play
I returned to fill your emptiness
To remove your life’s dullness
And thaw your mind’s numbness
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