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I think of you always,
when the sun goes down,
in the golden sunset,
where time stands still,
and the sky weeps colours,
my heart names you,
your echo sounds in my veins.
I think of you in the cold
when the wind smells of loneliness,
and the shadows lengthen,
penetrating my bones,
like a distant embrace
that never fades,
as I search for your laughter
in every icy corner.
I think of you in the rain
when it hits the windows,
whispering secrets,
making the tears dance
that sometimes escape
as if it were a poem,
a silent lament
of what could have been.