In the garden of memory, where shadows play, we gather our losses, let them softly sway.
Each scar tells a story, each tear holds a truth, In the dance of our years, they blend with our youth.
But the sun also rises, bright wins take their stance, like flowers in springtime, they bloom and they dance.
Remember the laughter, the moments of grace, for in every heartbeat, we find our own place.
Chase the white rabbit, with dreams that ignite, through meadows and valleys, into the night.
The path may be winding, the echoes may call, but forward we venture, through it all.
With hope as our compass, and courage our guide, we'll navigate tunnels where shadows may hide.
Embrace all the journeys, both lost and then found, for life is a tapestry, woven profound.
So hold tight your triumphs, reflect on the past, each step is a lesson, each moment won't last.
Remember your losses, remember your wins, In the chase of the rabbit, your adventure begins.
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कविताI just write what I see in others or feel, leave your thoughts. If you have any feelings you'd like me to write out lemme know
