Cliffsides and bridges
Memories lost, memories buried...
Treasures found, moonlit nights succumbing...
Seasons come, and seasons go...
Our hearts and hands intwined,
Skipping, sprinting, swaying...
Memories serve as their purpose, they should.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Something to remember of...
The careless times.
The freeing times.
The times of endless possiblities and oblivion.
Evolution of the soul,
Climbing of the ladder...
A faint singing,
An echo of sorts...
Jesus, Jesus...how I trust Him...
Samurai Kiiru Community Member 
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