I miss you

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The sea misses the wind
that caresses it or makes it rough.
So I miss your breath
that shakes my skin.
The bird misses its nest
and at dusk
it returns to its shelter.
It is oblivion
a fire that burns
and misses coming back to you.
It misses the dark night
to be illuminated by the moon.
Miss the sweetness of honey
the abandoned beehive.
Misses you the madness
of my extinguished soul.
The color of the flower
misses the sun of your gaze.
And the pain of my love
misses you, misses you.