It keeps coming back to me

It keeps
coming back to me
we,holding hands
our eyes shining like gold
our whispers sweetly arousing the birds
our hearts beat calmly
our faces beaming
under the charming blue jacaranda
our lips close to touch
ourselves freezing
it was always a reality
even when
it sounded like a dream
even the ever forgetful warthog
would dance with glee
at the sight of us
together-
lovely memories
I can feel you.

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