Seems like eternity sometimes,
Voids filled by hours,days, weeks
Of nothing,silence,loneliness
Can a mother forget her child?
A warrior forget his fear?
Days the blackness would never end,
The cold, death's stillness, raging wind.
But then I think of one,
The one that smiles
I haven't forgotten
Haven't forgotten
The delight of my soul.
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