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There are days when I remember her,
under the sun that colours the sky,
In the hours when time peeks out,
I wonder, between shadows and light,
what she is doing, my distant love,
in the corner where the wind blows?
The clouds tell me their stories,
the breeze brings them, delicate and cold,
her scent mingles with my memories,
like a love song that cannot be forgotten.
And there are nights when I miss her,
under a blanket of fallen stars,
the moons watch me and accompany me,
weaving our farewells in their light.
I wonder, in the screaming silence,
what am I doing without her embrace?
My thoughts are lost letters,
sailing on a sea of longing and chance.