The old love

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Your eyes sparkle like the stars in the dusk,
Like an old song, playing beautiful jazz,
The old wrinkled petals of a rose,
The dusty keys of a piano,
Your absence hurts,
As if rain isn't enough to wash away the pain,
The silence is painful,
Until one day I hear your footsteps,
And the old gramophone starts playing on its own,
As you come closer ,
And we lose ourselves in a slow duet,
Healing our souls,
Blooming fresh young roses,
The coming of spring

-Larkspur Hills

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