In the depths of night, where shadows softly creep,
Heartbreak weaves its tale, and silent tears will seep.
A heavy weight upon the soul, unseen, untold,
In the darkness of despair, a bitter chill takes hold.
The echoes of lost dreams, like ghosts, begin to haunt,
With every whisper of regret, the heart's a weary font.
Each sorrowed thought, a storm that rages in the mind,
Leaves only remnants of the hope it once left behind.
Yet even in the bleakest hour, where light seems lost and frail,
A seed of change is buried deep within the sorrowed vale.
From cracks of anguish, fragile shoots will slowly rise,
Unfurling petals of renewal under somber skies.
The rain of tears, though heavy, nurtures growth unseen,
Transforming grief’s dark soil into fields of tender green.
The pain of yesterday, a sculptor of the heart,
Carves spaces for the future, where new dreams may start.
In time, the wounds begin to mend, though scars may still remain,
For from the ashes of despair, emerges strength from pain.
Where once the soul was broken, now resilience softly blooms,
Transforming shattered pieces into light-filled, hopeful rooms.
So, though the night is deep and filled with endless strife,
Remember, every winter leads to spring’s new life.
In the wake of heartbreak, under shadows that recede,
The heart will find its healing, and the soul will learn to lead.
For every storm, no matter how it roars and tears apart,
Gives way to dawn's embrace, where the sun can mend the heart.
And from the darkest moments, where depression’s grip may cling,
A blossom of new hope will rise on broken wings.
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