Whispering Winds of Memories

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In the quiet morning light, she fades,
A sister’s laughter, now a distant sound,
Echoes of her smile linger in the shades,
In every corner where love was found.

The days we spent, a tapestry we wove,
Her presence, a gentle, guiding star,
Now, like the leaves that whisper and rove,
Her spirit dances, never far.

Through tears and tales, we still converse,
Her voice a melody on the breeze,
In dreams, she remains, a comforting verse,
Her essence in the rustling trees.

Though she’s gone beyond the veil’s embrace,
Her warmth and grace in hearts shall stay,
In every sunrise, I see her face,
A sister’s love that guides my way.

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