Soft Hearts
We have good memories so we can dip into them,
with a gold cup, filled to the brim,
overflowing with the day's sweetness,
poured upon the hair, flowing deeply,
transformed, to live again.
Soft hearts, gentle hands
take these thoughts away
burdened no more by
what I see or hear.
There is a dawn, radiant,
bursting in on the dreams
to create that new day,
and fresh memories
to wash us when they're called.
Soft hearts, gentle hands...
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