Phoenix

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In the shadowed realm of solitude's embrace,
A man walks a path, touched by heartbreak's grace.
Echoes of laughter replaced by silent tears,
Loneliness entrenched, feeding on his fears.

A symphony of sorrow, a soul in disarray,
Lost in the ruins of love's slow decay.
Memories, like thorns, pierce through the night,
A heart once whole, now fractured in its plight.

Each step heavy, burdened by regret,
A haunting ghost of love he can't forget.
The echoes of her voice, a bitter melody,
A desolate ballad, sung in silent agony.

Through sleepless nights, he navigates the pain,
A storm of emotions, a tempestuous rain.
Shattered dreams scattered like fragile glass,
In the debris of love, he seeks solace at last.

The colors of joy, now faded and worn,
In the gallery of his heart, love's masterpiece torn.
A canvas of emotions, painted in despair,
Loneliness his canvas, woven with threads of care.

The ache of absence, a relentless tide,
Drowning him in sorrow, where emotions collide.
In the silence, a symphony of heartache plays,
A man alone, in love's melancholy maze.

Yet within the shadows, a resilient ember glows,
A journey through darkness, a healing that bestows.
For in the depths of pain, a strength is found,
A phoenix rising from heartbreak's battleground.

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