An unearthed family gem
Dazzling and bright
Now crumbling back to the ground

Once my voice was a song for you
My face a light in your eyes
My presence a smile in your heart

I hold your hand, hoping
Your vacant glance disappears
“It’s Ayesha.”

Then it strikes a chord within
The memory of my music
Your hand tightens around mine

With each other we fly away
The same blood in our wings
An old man and his nightingale

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