Anew, a day has begun with a glimpse of a smile.
The sight of missing has ended,
No longer does the need, need to exist.
Once the warmth was there, now a distant memory.
Innocence has spurred and longing has it begun.
The warmth is yearned for and the sight sought.
Why did it go? Where did it go, will it be?
Not ask what the heart knows
Ask for what is there and a memory will be no more!
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