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Jun 2017
I don't have to remember words
Only the feeling you left behind
I don't have to remember a place
It could have been anywhere
I did not notice the setting sun
Or the reflective mountains
Or the glistening shore
You are the painting
And a frame is of no matter
For the colors of your love
Is why nature bows to you
Saw a picture of a friend and wrote this on the spot.
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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