An airy pop song I once used to sing
The lyrics to which my heart had once known
I left it somewhere, now the distance has grown
I tried to recall the scent of it
It had smelled of camphor and stained notes
And of one wax-sealed envelope
Lost of its sender, the hazed address gloats
I tried to remember the words again
Had felt of breezy linen, deep velvet then
A few hums, lines far-fetched for the sky
Perhaps of a bird too, that flew far and high
I tried to bring back the melody and tunes
That once tasted of cinnamon and a buttered June
A stamped secret ancient runes would never utter
It had my lips serenade and my heart stutter
My reflection smirked,
An expression I had long forgotten
There were traces of a stranger now
Built on the ruins of a jovial vow
A face surfaced, reflecting on my eyes
A voice murmuring there, an ode in disguise
A broken smile wearing a chiming mask
Like a cup of ginger tea pouring from a flask
An etching of the stranger, I kept in my heart
Pulsed a rhythm, a beat for the board of dart
A nightingale melody, from my own beloved track
To my reflection, I nodded and sang back
(My reflection smiled back
Though my breath stumbled,
And my voice cracked.)
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