There are memories that are left

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There are memories that are left
hanging somewhere,
whispers of the afternoon
that refuse to go away.

Songs that repeat themselves,
a chord in solitude,
the melody of an embrace
that will never be forgotten.

Moments that never end,
like the sun waking up,
warm instants
that the clock cannot catch.

The laughter of those days,
tears on paper,
photographs in the air,
every corner keeps their skin.

There are people who live,
in the corner of the heart,
they were lights in the shadows,
and in the soul, their song.