Whispers of Shadows: The Heart’s Silent Cry

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In the quiet of the night, pain softly speaks,
A language only the heart can truly hear,
Whispers of shadows, where sorrow seeks,
And every tear becomes a mirror clear.

Beneath the stars, where dreams once danced,
Now lingers the echo of a broken tune,
A melody of loss, deeply entranced,
Under the watchful, indifferent moon.

The soul’s landscape, a barren, endless field,
Where memories, like ghosts, silently roam,
Each step forward, a wound unhealed,
In a place once called home.

Yet amidst the ruins, hope dares to rise,
A tender flame, against the night’s embrace,
For even in sorrow, love never truly dies,
Leaving traces of light, in the darkest place.

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