In the darkness where I once fell,
A quiet stir begins to swell.
The emptiness I thought was mine,
Now whispers hope, a subtle sign.
No longer bound by pride’s tight grip,
I feel the shift, the slightest slip.
Beneath the wreckage, beneath the pain,
Lie seeds of change, in silent reign.
The fall was hard, the lessons clear,
Yet from this ground, new life draws near.
For in the cracks where light was thin,
The seeds of change begin within.
I see the chance to start anew,
To plant the truth in what I do.
No more illusions, no more lies,
Just growth beneath the endless skies.
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Gyana
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Whispered Verses
Poetry☘️In the quiet corners of the heart, where words are soft yet profound, "Whispered Verses" weaves a tapestry of emotion. Each poem is a reflection of life's delicate moments-whispers of love, echoes of loss, the strength found in struggle, and the b...
