Though wide the world, it grips my heart,
No breadth or sky can tear it apart.
If love could sense the ache I bear,
Would sorrow ease beneath its care?
Perhaps in knowing, peace could bloom,
A quiet light within the gloom.
But silence seals the truth away,
And shadows stretch through every day.
Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 12:38 AM UTC
Though wide the world, it grips my heart,
No breadth or sky can tear it apart.
If love could sense the ache I bear,
Would sorrow ease beneath its care?
Perhaps in knowing, peace could bloom,
A quiet light within the gloom.
But silence seals the truth away,
And shadows stretch through every day.
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