Hollow husks where laughter thrived,
Empty sockets where dreams once connived.
Ghosts of warmth, a lingering chill,
Echoes of voices, forever grown still.

They walk among us, unseen and unheard,
Aching for connection, a forgotten word.
Eyes glazed over, a vacant stare,
Lost in a world devoid of care.

We hurry on by, with nary a glance,
Blind to the emptiness left by a chance.
A touch, a kind word, a moment to spare,
Can mend the fractured and show that we care.

For empty souls yearn for a spark to ignite,
To feel the warmth of connection, and step back into the light.
With the empty souls, we leave behind

In starlit embrace, the night holds its sway,
Shadows dance whispers, secrets at play.
Moon's silver glow, a beacon so pale,
But whispers of dawn, on the cool breeze exhale.

A hush falls, a quiet before the start,
Anticipation lingers, close to the heart.
A single bird calls, a melody bright,
A herald of sunshine, chasing away the night.

The horizon ignites, a blush in the east,
Darkness surrenders, as colors are released.
Soon it shall be morning light, chasing away fears,
Painting the world anew, washing away tears.
And soon it shall be morning light

If I had to crawl to get over that hill,
Sun-baked earth is scorching, my resolve still.
Muscles scream protest, a battle of wills,
But the summit beckons, with unseen thrills.

With each difficult inch, a victory was won,
Ignoring the whispers, the race to be done.
Sweat stings my eyes, a temporary plight,
For the vast panorama, bathed in sunlight.

Hands gripping the gravel, a desperate plea,
But the fire within whispers, "You will be free."
And finally, gasping, I crest the rise,
The world laid before me, a glorious prize.
If I had to crawl to get over that hill

While their hearts beat a frantic drum,
A nervous tremor, barely numb,
Eyes lock across the crowded room,
A silent question, blooms in gloom.

Do whispered dreams, in each soul reside?
A yearning unspoken, deep inside?
A chance encounter, a stolen glance,
A spark ignites, a fleeting chance.

Will hesitant smiles, a greeting convey?
Or will this moment, quickly fade away?
Beneath rapid pulse, a story untold,
While their hearts beat fast, a future unfolds.
With cross-star lovers from the past

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Tears, not of sorrow, but a salty tide,
To loosen the mortar, where dreams reside.
Walls stand so stoic, cold, and confined,
But salty drops whisper a truth they can't find.

A heart overflows, with yearnings untold,
Cracks in the fortress, waiting to unfold.
Emotions well up, a relentless plea,
To break free from burdens, and finally be.

Crying to loosen, the grip of the past,
To wash away shadows, that forever hold fast.
A cleansing rain, for the spirit to rise,
Crying to lift the walls, and open the skies.
Thus, we shall cry to lift the walls

Love, a weaver, with threads of light,
It binds us together, ever so tight.
From familiar strands, a comfort we glean,
But love's tapestry, ever unseen,

Holds surprises, in colors so bright,
Unforeseen wonders, born in the night.
Adventures unfurl, on wings we take flight,
Hand in hand, bathed in love's gentle light.

New passions ignite, a vibrant display,
Dreams take on wings and soar far away.
Love's tender touch, a symphony rings,
How love shall bring us new things.