In the tapestry of life, we are but threads,
Woven together in intricate webs,
A story unfolding, with each breath we take,
A journey of love, of joy, and heartache.
We begin as a whisper, a spark in the night,
Innocence guiding our steps, eyes filled with light,
We dance through meadows, chasing dreams so bold,
In the embrace of youth, we feel unbound, untold.
But time is a river, flowing ever on,
And soon we face shadows, as innocence is gone,
Life's vibrant hues blend with shades of gray,
As we navigate the labyrinth, finding our way.
Love's tender touch, a symphony of bliss,
Fills our hearts with warmth, in moments we'll miss,
Yet with love comes loss, a bitter price we pay,
As seasons change, and loved ones slip away.
Death's somber veil, a chapter's end draws near,
Whispers of farewell, mingling with tears,
But in the cycle of life, there's a sacred truth,
Death's embrace gives way to eternal youth.
For in the tapestry of life, we find our place,
A legacy of love, woven with grace,
Though life and death dance in eternal rhyme,
Our spirit transcends, beyond space and time.
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Echoes of the Ganges
Poetry"Echoes of Ganga" is a poetic odyssey intertwining the timeless flow of the sacred river with the deep currents of human emotion. This collection captures the essence of the Ganga, its serene whispers harmonizing with the joys, sorrows, hopes, and f...
