In the sunset's view,
A girl stands feeling blue.
Her world's now dull and cold,
Holding a flower that's growing old.
The beauty of the scene cannot hide,
The sadness she carries deep inside,
For no amount of poetry or color scheme,
Can heal the pain of shattered dreams.
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The Sound of Silence
Документальная прозаHave you ever dared to listen to the whispers of silence? It may seem like a deafening void, but if you open your ears and heart, you will uncover a tale that is yet to be told. It could be the story of a universe unfolding, the murmur of your own...
