Like the flowers in a garden,
Like the waters in an ocean,
Like the stars in the sky . . .
Like the withered leaves in autumn,
Like the sands in the desert,
Like the glaciers in the mountains . . .
Like the trees in a forest,
Like the birds in their nest
Like ‘the person’ in my heart . . . I miss you.
You are no mirror to reflect,
You are no shadow to follow,
You are no person of flesh and blood . . . but I miss you.
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