like a watercolor painting
i fear that these memories of you
may fade
the skies washing away
to translucent silver
green pastures
diluted with time's fast hand
and you
dearest sunshine
slipping into a shadowy second life
so with the brushes of my mind
i paint again
and again
with tears and these bright hues
of happiness you've given me
all to keep alive
the landscape of rapture
your presence brings me.
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