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Beneath the sky, your shadow walks with mine,
Its whispered steps still echo in the chest.
Through seasons lost, through time's unyielding line,
Your memory blooms, though all the rest finds rest.
The roses fall, yet leave their scent behind;
The rivers dry, yet carry every tune.
In every wind, in every fleeting mind,
Your presence lingers softly, like the moon.
Though mortal days may fade, and hearts may break,
Your voice becomes the sunlight in my shade.
Through all the paths that night and sorrow take,
The garden keeps the love that we have made.
In every breath, your essence lights the ways;
An endless bloom through all my passing days. |
