Time slips away like grains of sand,
A fleeting moment I can’t withstand.
Each tick a reminder of dreams unmade,
Of paths untraveled, of hopes betrayed.
I grasp at moments, but they all fade,
A fleeting glimpse, a life delayed.
With every breath, I feel the strain,
Of time that holds my heart in chains
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Echoes from the Canopy
PuisiWanna Hear the Echoes from the Canopy? This is a poetry collection that reflects the emotional struggles of today's youth. Each poem touches on themes of mental health, offering glimpses of both despair and hope. With short, powerful verses, it aims...
