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I don't know how to explain to you that I'm still here,
in the whisper of the wind that caresses the sun,
in the shadows that dance with the light of sunset,
in every tear that still holds my voice.
Death took my skin, but not my tenderness,
the essence of love that blooms in silence,
memories nestle in hearts,
while my laughter echoes like a huge echo.
It tore away my body, but not my certainty,
for although the cold visits my absence,
there is a flame that never goes out,
it is the hope that is felt in every memory.
I am a whisper in a poem, a fleeting flash,
a sigh among the leaves on a peaceful day,
I walk by your side, even though you cannot see me,
I envelop you in the breeze that always embraces you.