Remember

The calm, the dew, the sun, the morn

A touch of red, the light reborn.

The fog that falls on tired eyes,

The mist, where memory resides.

The moment that becomes our last,

The sand that tempers into glass.

The words the heart does not regret,

The blood the cloth cannot forget.

The peace that comes in flakes of snow,

The hug that helps to stay the cold.

The trees that fall with no remorse,

The wind that blows them to that course.

The water leaves my sleeping well,

I take the hand of Azrael.

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