Life walks softly, barefoot in rain,
Trailing the echoes of love and of pain.
We build with hope, then watch it decay,
As time steals the colors and carries them away.
Hearts once whole are scattered like dust,
Shattered by promises broken in trust.
Eyes that once dreamed now quietly grieve,
Learning too soon how the tender must leave.
There’s no warning when joy turns to ache,
No gentle farewell when foundations break.
We reach for tomorrow, but it slips through our hands
A ghost in the dark that no soul understands.
The road bends often where we cannot see,
And asks us to walk where we’d rather not be.
Each choice a question, each answer unclear,
Each heartbeat a whisper of love or of fear.
Yet even in sorrow, we rise once again,
Cradling grief like a long-lost friend.
For pain is the price of the love that we knew
And life, in its silence, still carries us through.
23.06.2025
Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 3:21 PM UTC
Life walks softly, barefoot in rain,
Trailing the echoes of love and of pain.
We build with hope, then watch it decay,
As time steals the colors and carries them away.
Hearts once whole are scattered like dust,
Shattered by promises broken in trust.
Eyes that once dreamed now quietly grieve,
Learning too soon how the tender must leave.
There’s no warning when joy turns to ache,
No gentle farewell when foundations break.
We reach for tomorrow, but it slips through our hands
A ghost in the dark that no soul understands.
The road bends often where we cannot see,
And asks us to walk where we’d rather not be.
Each choice a question, each answer unclear,
Each heartbeat a whisper of love or of fear.
Yet even in sorrow, we rise once again,
Cradling grief like a long-lost friend.
For pain is the price of the love that we knew
And life, in its silence, still carries us through.
23.06.2025
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