While the sun melts in daughter shades of marble,
My feet daring to touch the very bottom of this enveloping blue,
And the day howls alive with its elements clean,
Curtains of sand are spilling their secrets anew.

Skipping stones, what remained were the same hands,
The same lifelines illuminated in rivers of green,
A memory carried under the weight of two eyelids,
An unkempt heart stealing a breath of where it's been.

So when the brilliance of emerald fades in flakes of brutal gray,
An untouched moment of serenity will somehow stay.*

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