In the canvas of years, a chapter unfolds,
Bonds once adorned, stories left untold.
As the clock ushers in a new year's start,
Reflections linger on connections torn apart.
We aspired to forever, an enduring design,
Yet life's currents led us on a separate line.
Echoes of laughter, now distant and subtle,
A testament to bonds that time didn't juggle.
In the memoirs we crafted, chapters well-worn,
Yet seasons change, and pages are torn.
Forever, an elusive concept we sought,
In the transient nature of lessons taught.
The bonds we cultivated, like vines in ascent,
Yet, time whispered change, and we were sent.
As the calendar turns, a contemplative gaze,
Acknowledging the ephemerality of life's maze.
Yet in the ebb and flow, maturity unfolds,
Each connection a narrative, gracefully told.
Not always forever, but they leave their trace,
A mosaic of moments, adorned with grace.
With the dawn of a new year, skies anew,
Let's savor the bonds, bid some adieu.
For in the brevity, a profound truth is spun,
Life's journey is enriched, even when it's done.
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Tales of a Heart
PoetryA heart is such an organ which not only pump blood it's an organ which takes u up on difficult situations
