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I've been here all this time,
in that whisper of the wind
that caresses your face,
like a soft song of the soul
that peeks at your essence.
In the first light of dawn
that slips through your window,
painting the silence with gold,
awakening dormant dreams,
unwrapping disenchantment.
In every deep heartbeat,
in every sincere heartbeat,
I am the shadow that searches for you,
the caress that cannot be seen,
the hope on the path.
I have been here in the laughter,
in the echoes of your voice,
in the lost embraces,
in every tear that wells up
at the memory of what was love.