Rain falls, nights are sad,
A heavy heart, it's all gone bad,
Clouds hide the sun we once had,
In this bleak world, it's just so mad.
Don't hold on, dear, let it be,
Storms don't leave, can't you see?
No sun, no joy, no glee,
In this dark world, we're not free.
As the storm stays, we lose our way,
No clear skies, just endless gray,
No flowers bloom, hope starts to sway,
In this sad world, we silently pray.
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The Sound of Silence
Non-FictionHave 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...
