Walking With a Memory

I always hear your laughter in the breeze,
While I walk along,
The lonely country roads.

On cold autumn mornings,
I still look for you,
As I did those many years ago.

When you chased away,
My loneliness,
With your whispering smiles.

I loved you so much back then,
I love you so much today.

When I feel a warm breeze,
Touching my cheek,
I turn to see;

If that's, you walking,
The road of life,
With me.

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