We dance through life, but miss the beat,
In every step, we face defeat.
The rhythm falters, the music fades,
As hope retreats in silent shades.
We twirl in circles, lost in time,
A melody of pain and rhyme.
In every note, a tearful cry,
As we dance beneath the endless sky.
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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...
