Another view

I have forgotten how roses must smell,

the sound of sweet nothings whispered in the ear by young lovers,

the sight of a spider web covered in morning dew,

and the features of your face, almost every single one.

And yet I can’t truly forget.

Deep in my heart, these will always be

the things that get me through the day.

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