A great soul that leaves into the blue, leaving behind a gentle residue.
A sort of fragrance as momentum, wild and free, where the gentle impact from inside is to see.
The soul in which we come and go, leaves behind what one does not know.
Wearing an unseen flame, or atmosphere without a name.
Sillage is the aura and husk from deep within, the echoes are revealed by remembering.
Sillage speaks what lips conceal, the truth of how you made hearts feel.
The legacy of love in compassion sewn, hearts that sense the grown.
A kindness whispered, years ago, still ripples in another's flow.
When words outlive the fleeting day, and intentions never faded away.
Images not gone to stay, living the touch along the way.
Living proof and sign, that love transcends the bounds of time.
Love leaves a trail the blind can see, echoes of whispering appeal.
Love does not stop in absence to open another door, to guard the divine evermore.
Sometimes a sudden soft and clear, a scent out of nowhere draws near.
Some perfume in empty air, smells that awakes the memory in gentle fair.
A beloved comfort, soft and bright, when memories of past ones return insight.
Not imagined, but received, by hearts that still believe.
Footprints of the soul and unseen art, fragrances of a faithful heart.
For you are not just flesh and name, You are the spirit and lingering flame
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