Glass Whispers The sands of time, once spun so high, Have whispered down, a teardrop sigh. Like rushing streams, they met their end, In ocean's grasp, where moments bend. Each second felt a weary year, On paths of dusk, with hope unclear. My d…
Gone are the Dark Clouds The world was grey like a canvas washed with rain, My spirit dampened, where joy was a distant flare. Each step was a struggle, burdened by the strain Of doubts and fears, a soul adrift in a nightmare. But then a whis…
What goodness a tree would bring? Amidst the spring, the birds will sing. Would you dare not listen to their sweet serenade? As you lay down beneath the shade.
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