revising my poem

I decided to revise my recent poem after, amazingly in a dream, "someone" suggested that I add it up:

The breeze whispers
your name again
gentle cascades remind me
of your wavy hair
such cream colored shore mimic
the supple tone of your skin
you are not by my side
yet you are everywhere

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I tried recalling this poem, in which its original got misplaced after an impromptu composition for valentines years ago; sometimes I felt it would better be left unspoken and remain with one's precious, ethereal moments...



The breeze whispers
your name again
gentle cascades remind me
of your wavy hair
you are not by my side
yet, you are everywhere