In the crucible of life, where trials burn bright, We forge our souls in the furnace of night. Struggles, like tempests, fierce and unkind,
By Shounerh13 days ago in Poets
In the quiet corners of memory's embrace, Echoes of time linger with gentle grace. Whispers of laughter and tears once shed,
By Shounerh14 days ago in Poets
In the stillness of the night, Where shadows dance in moon's soft light, Whispers of the soul take flight, Echoing through the starlit height.
By Shounerh19 days ago in Poets
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