In a room loud with pain and uncertainty,
Each crack upon the wall is brought to light.
From the hill's crest, where tall buildings dwindle,
Our thoughts still linger on what's out of sight.
At the room's heart, a feast grand and inviting,
Paths once trodden now lost to our minds.
A sentinel tree, from dawn into twilight,
Unburdened by pleasure, to toil it declines.
The secret it guards, ancient and hidden,
As its leaves fall, it too must soon follow.
Expressing no anger, devoid of sorrow,
For time is a gift we can never borrow.
Its only choice is to submit, surrender,
Knowing a time will come it won't remember.
In silent acceptance, it stands through the seasons,
A witness to life, without need for reasons.
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"Echoes of Acceptance".
Poetry"Step into a realm where reflections and resonances intertwine. 'Echoes of Acceptance' invites you to experience a poetic journey through profound themes and vivid imagery. Allow yourself to be enveloped by the layers of meaning and the timeless con...
