Verse 1:
In my hand, love flutters bright,
A whisper seeking morning’s grace.
A magic twist of words in flight,
Yet none now linger in this space.
Chorus:
Such is the scent of July’s morn,
Of "forgive me" left unspoken,
The kiss that vanished, now all worn,
While time learns sorrow’s heart is broken.
Verse 2:
The clear, warm air drinks in the glow,
As sunlight drips upon my skin.
And all that was and all that’s so,
Dictates the thoughts that surge within.
The Kiss That Vanished
© Copyright: Сергей Коркин 3, 2026
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