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There are absences that weigh,
like shadows in the light,
silences that scream in the breeze,
farewells that hurt,
deep inside, a cross.
But to miss is also to love,
a love that does not fade,
that in every tear that falls,
in every ray of sunshine that shelters me,
I feel you in the air,
in whispers of the morning friend.
Because love does not die,
it only becomes wind,
in shared laughter,
in timeless dreams.
Absence is a mirror
that reflects what we were,
two souls searching for each other,
between divine whispers.