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Journey of the Heart
Through thorny paths, where shadows intertwine,
I wander with a weary heart,
each step a whisper of unfulfilled dreams,
seeking the light where gentle rivers flow.
The golden moon, a sentinel above,
watches with a tender glow,
beckoning softly, urging me to try,
to find warmth where love’s currents converge.
Beneath the vast expanse of starlit skies,
colors fade, yet hope remains,
a flicker against the gray,
promising a dawn that lies beyond.
The ocean calls, its voice an ancient song,
drawing souls adrift upon the tide,
as waves carry memories of longing,
each swell a reminder of joy and pain.
In this rhythm, I feel the push and pull,
the tender ebb that speaks of desire,
and still, I chase the fleeting hush,
knowing this journey is worth every strain.
Here I stand, amidst trials faced,
embracing both struggle and grace,
for every thorn along this winding road
brings me closer to the love I seek.
I wander with a weary heart,
each step a whisper of unfulfilled dreams,
seeking the light where gentle rivers flow.
The golden moon, a sentinel above,
watches with a tender glow,
beckoning softly, urging me to try,
to find warmth where love’s currents converge.
Beneath the vast expanse of starlit skies,
colors fade, yet hope remains,
a flicker against the gray,
promising a dawn that lies beyond.
The ocean calls, its voice an ancient song,
drawing souls adrift upon the tide,
as waves carry memories of longing,
each swell a reminder of joy and pain.
In this rhythm, I feel the push and pull,
the tender ebb that speaks of desire,
and still, I chase the fleeting hush,
knowing this journey is worth every strain.
Here I stand, amidst trials faced,
embracing both struggle and grace,
for every thorn along this winding road
brings me closer to the love I seek.
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