For just a moment,
I think of giving up,
letting go of all I hold.
And for a moment,
I want to grasp hope,
even as it slips away.
What are these feelings,
where do they belong,
when I am so tired,
and my heart longs for rest?
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Palette Words
Poetry"Palette Words" invites you to explore the spectrum of feelings that color our existence-from the deepest blues of sorrow to the brightest yellows of joy. Through poetry, I aim to capture the nuances of nature and the complexities of the human heart...
