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Her velvety face reflects a faint smile,
only she knows what she keeps silent,
her eyes, two stars in the breeze,
keep secrets that the wind does not burst.
He misses her words, the sound of her voice,
sweet echo that caressed the soul,
like a soft murmur, a subtle atrocity,
a melody that lulls in the air.
That laughter that sprouts in the silent shadow,
is a verse lost in time,
a whisper of dreams, a forgotten story,
full of longing, fragrance and breath.
She, with her art of living in silence,
traces paths that only she sees,
a hidden universe, vast and intense,
where every glance holds a reason.
Her slight smile, a deep mystery,
where love and sorrow intertwine,
in her skin, the stories of the world slide,
and in her embrace, memories embrace.