In the quiet of the evening's embrace,
Where the sun dips low with gentle grace,
A heart once broken finds its peace,
As the day's troubles softly cease.
The sky, a canvas of orange and blue,
Whispers of dreams, both old and new.
Though shadows linger, the heart will mend,
For every sunset is a chance to begin again.
The horizon stretches, wide and vast,
Promising that this too shall pass.
In the silence, a whisper, tender and light,
Comfort in knowing that all will be right.
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Poems for the heart
PoetryEach stanza and verse sings the universal song of the relatable heart-the heart that knows joy and sorrow alike. Join us on this lyrical journey, where every line is a whisper, a shout, a balm for the soul, and an ode to the resilient spirit we all...
