I live for what I still have,
for what did not go in the storm,
for what remained with me,
after the shipwreck that the soul faces.
I live for the hugs that still await me,
for the laughter that vibrates in my heart,
for the promises that never break,
I live for the glances that are light,
for the love that resists, eternal,
for the moonlit nights, sweet and cross,
that guide me on this tender journey.
I am the echo of what has remained,
the footprints of those who were,
in the sand of time, intertwined,
with the dreams that never left.
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