You breeze through my mind
like a scent in the wind -
reminded of a time
that I will never visit again...
In dreams you appear
and I wake only to see -
you're a ghost of my past
a sweet memory...
I can search all I want
follow the paths I have crossed -
yet any type of treasure
is buried and lost...
I wonder in my heart
do I ever cross your mind -
for like the sweet summer wind
you breeze through mine.
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