In a garden that has grown wild, under the eaves of whispers in time,
Where dark meets light every day,
There is a path worn out and rained upon,
Delineated by lost walkers’ footprints.
It is here where hearts heavy with unexpressed grief arrive
Bearing burdens too massive for one person to shoulder,
Wanting peace from an invisible future
Searching for an antidote or something like that.
On the thorns, a soft hand stretches out,
Offering a bracelet made of gold and string,
Present from unseen companions (or friends),
Interwoven with wishes and unsaid words.
A link as promise and each charm as a prayer
For shattered souls to heal and repair,
As though the world were capable of such tender care
And through these signs reveal love.
The bracelet closes with a tiny click that it makes when locked in place quietly
By making a circle which cannot be broken but keeps going forever.
Like it symbolizes continuity, very thick
With power flowing from delicate touch provision.
It encompasses the wrist, lying hard on skin;
Recollecting strengths hidden within the person’s being itself;
Despite pain still there, dictating nothing
But pointing towards possible regeneration below.
The heart as well changes in seasons,
From winter’s clutch to the gentle fingers of spring,
Each ending is just another part
Of stories recorded on life’s sands.
The heart recalls with every pulse
That gold hoop on one’s wrist,
A spark amidst December’s cold,
A sign that one can still persist.
The garden breathes; it is alive.
Its soil is nourished by human feet,
Each soul becomes a note in the living song it sings,
Each healing heart shows how tough life has been.
Thus they walk, those lost and hurting ones,
Along paths winding under heavy boughs;
Their hearts used to be weighed down but are now unburdened alike.
They walk beneath the bracelet’s continuous promises.
Therefore, the heart finds its comfort, finds its rest
In golden circles and woven threads:
Not all wrinkles are out of sight
In time and they can be refined too.
This Heart bracelet does not only shine as jewelry
But also steers and calls towards itself as well as spells bondage,
Because any deep detestation for anything may end up alright someday.
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