Memories rush back of that beautiful place,
the sacred land protected by amazing grace.
Spent the time of our lives under the dark sky,
wishing for the beyond and expecting to fly.
Shouted out the things we never could talk,
aimed for the stars, what if we missed the mark?
A longing for the unknown ruled our restless hearts,
imagination spurning the wisdom the past often imparts.
The happiness would remain and so would the scars,
the moments so myriad to fill many such memoirs.
A medley of bliss, euphoria, distress and pain,
a life so myriad I wanna live it all over again.
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