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Flowers of Misfortune
In the silence that resonates,
a lament of absences,
the flowers bloom in the shadows,
whispers of a life that fades away.
Eyes searching the horizon
for a trace of hope,
but pain, like a poem,
is sculpted in the words of the day.
The city is a labyrinth of steps
that reflects solitude at every corner -
laughter dissolves in the wind
like falling petals,
disguised in the chaos.
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Saturday 28th September 2024 3:35 am
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