The wind-chime rings out a tune
The thought of you startles me unbidden
All those moments buried under a dune
Lay exposed, no longer hidden
A bird chitters outside my window
A commotion of memories ensues
Like the spray of colours in a meadow
Sunshine collides with the blues
Tears caress my cheeks
The soaked pillow dips
Through the curtains sunlight peeks
Time to awaken and let the world eclipse
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