Sometimes I still hear your hugs
Remembering your commentaries about life
In the shadows I can still feel your face
Reminiscing your stories of laughter
With closed eyes I can still smell your inspiration
Recalling your prayers of love
Your thoughts have become my map
Your dreams have become my reality
Your beliefs have become my compass
Sometimes I can still see your voice
Reflecting your ideas about life
In the sunshine I can still taste your warmth
Ruminating your musings of laughter
With open ears I can still sense your presence
Retaining your treaties of love
Your views have become my songs
Your hopes have become my poems
Your memory has become my joy
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