Refracted by the lens of time,
the memories appear
that eyes may hold them up to view,
that hearts may hold them dear.
These images of rainbows lost,
of sunshine through the rain,
the mind will calculate the cost,
the soul will gauge the pain.
The beauty of a broken past
the heart will hold as truth.
The rest will fade, as distant storms,
as does the flush of youth.
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