Beneath the weight of a world that strides,
In the valley where quiet and stillness bides,
The ant toils on where no balance resides,
Each step a whisper, where silence abides.

A dry branch weeps in the hush of despair,
Its withered leaves tell of moments laid bare,
The wind softly sighs of a summer so rare,
A light that once shone, now lost in the air.

In shadows so deep, a poem drowns,
Words fall like raindrops, like forgotten crowns,
Verses that echo with melancholic frowns,
The laughter of moments that time now drowns.

Thus, in this cycle of shared lament,
Solitude dances through fields that are spent,
Where each fleeting instant feels heavy and bent,
And love hides away in the silence we vent.

Today, at the edge of a new path we tread,
Where silence reigns, we’ll cast off our dread,
Leaving behind all the burdens we’ve fed,
Finding the light in the twilight ahead.

To seek shelter beneath a sky that feels cold,
In empty struggles, we lose the bold,
Our steps turn to shadows as darkness unfolds,
Where efforts are lost in the night’s quiet hold.

Let the wind carry whispers of life yet to view,
And the warmth of summer fill hearts that are true,
In every glance, through the pain we construe,
May our hearts cling to love as the stars break through.

So here, in a corner where solitude reigns,
We celebrate life, embracing its gains;
May the ant and the branch find solace from pains,
And may love, eternal, break free from its chains,
Before our essence, in its restless sway,
Fades slowly away, like the end of the day.



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