Time's circle spins, a familiar track,
Same old mistakes, like a shadow's knack.
But let's break the loop, get on track,
Choose a new path, no looking back.
Like a melody that plays on and on,
Same chords struck, same refrain drawn.
Despite lessons learned, the cycle spawns,
A haunting echo, a familiar dawn.
Through ups and downs, we find our way,
Learning from missteps day by day.
No more repeats, we'll rise and sway,
In a brighter rhythm, come what may.
In the dance of change, we'll persist,
Breaking free from what once held us in mist.
With each new choice, a chance to assist,
A future without the cycle's twist.
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Pain into Poetry
Poetry"**Pain into Poetry: A Journey of Metamorphosis**" A deep metamorphosis unfolds on the pages of the book "Pain into Poetry". This book is an odyssey through the human experience, where the art of poetry develops from the crucible of pain. In the com...
