I dream of days when life felt free,
When laughter rang, and joy was key.
But now those dreams are buried deep,
In memories I long to keep.
Each whispered hope feels out of reach,
A lesson learned, a bitter teach.
I chase the shadows of what was bright,
And mourn the loss of pure delight.
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Echoes from the Canopy
ŞiirWanna 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...
