In the whispers of the wind, I feel your trace,
Memories of you, etched in every little space.
A smile on my lips, a pang in my heart,
Missing you, my love, is a delicate art.
Random songs on Alexa play a familiar tune,
Bringing back our love, like a gentle monsoon.
In the moonlit nights, I see your gentle gaze,
Lost in thoughts of you, a nostalgic haze.
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