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The Echo of a Forgotten Child
In the quiet corners of twilight,
where shadows dance with a gentle grace
a silhouette lingers, lost between breaths of memory
a child who once painted laughter
on the canvas of sunlit afternoons.

Their laughter now echoes in the whispering wind
each note a testament to fragile joys
the weight of balmy dreams slipped through small fingers
as time wove its tapestry, frayed at the edges.

Do angels cradle those who fade away...