A Cherished Treasure

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Your hands so fragile

Yet strong when they hold me tight

Yes, I can feel you.

 

Your smile is sweet, young

So innocent, genuine,

Yes, I can see that.

 

Your breath is so fresh,

As though you are next to me,

Yes, I can sense that.

 

Your photo, lively,

Despite the years passed sans you,

Indeed a treasure.

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