Surfing waves of dusty shelves
Waiting to awake
She held and touched it
Sparking forward charging life
Love became the fuel
Heart thought once broken
Secret beats and still resides
Energized by youth
Of this angel's fire
Or a spring by chance unwound
Spinning gears gyrate
Purpose not fulfilled
By her leave it shall become
Precious as a gift
Memory for a time
May her life with it stay gold
Marking bonds anew
-Hermit King-
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