In that tender hour when day surrenders,
And the sky bleeds its final hues of gold,
A breath is drawn, where all the world remembers,
The aching quiet where our fears unfold.This breath, a tremor on the edge of night,
Carries the weight of sorrows left unspoken,
A fragile gasp that clings to fading light,
A pause where hearts are mended or left broken.In this moment, between the storm and still,
The soul quivers, caught in love’s soft refrain,
Inhaling grief, exhaling every thrill,
A breath that holds both ecstasy and pain.Here, at the cusp of all we’ve loved and lost,
Where shadows deepen, and the world is bare,
We breathe, and in that breath, we count the cost,
Of every joy and tear that brought us here.

#BreathOfLife

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