At times, summer radiates under the moon's gentle glow,
As the tides surge, rendering me wordless,
Whispers of echoes caress my ears,
Recalling the words you once shared.
They send delightful shivers down my spine,
In ways I had never fathomed before.
Is it possible that when you're distant,
I can still feel your presence near?
Here with me, akin to a breeze carrying echoes,
You remain the cherished one I hold dear.

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