When Hearts Break and Mornings Mend

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In the silence of a shattered night,
Where whispers of love once danced,
Lies a heart in fragments scattered,
With memories that still command.

Shadows of yesterdays linger close,
Echoes of laughter turned to dust,
Yet in the dawn, hope gently stirs,
Promising a new path for us.

Tears fall like rain in quiet streams,
Washing away the pain and sorrow,
For in the depths of broken dreams,
Lies the seed of a new tomorrow.

As time weaves its healing thread,
Wounds mend, hearts begin to rise,
From the ashes of what was said,
Emerges strength, a soul revived.

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