My skin agonizes for your absence,
my sighs are waves, breaking the calm,
My mouth points to your south,
where the wind caresses your golden laughter,
My hands become poetry,
tracing verses in the eternal emptiness,
like butterflies searching for light,
awakening memories, painting the winter.
My skin, tired of waiting for your return,
feels the tearing of a deep longing,
but in the distance, your love is my challenge,
the flame lit, my refuge, my world.
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