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Sounds,

taking the shape of yesterday,

clear waters around

profound,

unspeakable beauty

that keeps on growing.



Time-worn memories,

effervescing spring,

blue, unclouded,

unrouted,

undemanding, liberated

the forever spring.



Colors of life

prancing through thoughts

dreams fly

up high

following the sun,

awakening there.



Now feeding on that day

years ago, holding

onto stars

afar,

and colors, as

colors go.



The memory keeps growing.

Never will there be

a spring so blue,

or you.

I am beyond Lithia,

but never beyond

that day.