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One Day
One day,
In the recesses of the heart,
A perpetual resonance echo,
Pulsating within me.
Agony imprisoned in simple gestures,
Trapped in this poem's lines,
A conversation without words,
As the reverie slowly fades.
One day,
One word at a time,
Discarding in front of the mirror,
Scripting the chronicles of life.
One day,
As the seconds of time fall,
I accept without complaint,
Amidst these verses of poetry.
One day,
Amidst a myriad of memories,
I gaze at the fragrance of light,
Though dreams are no longer known.
One day,
I will not let go alone,
I will not let it slip away,
Erasing the traces of doubt.
One day,
The desire to see happiness
Unseen, I believe it exists,
Unfelt, I believe it is happiness.
Before Ephemeral sweeps away,
Weaving ink into paper flowers,
Rippling the waves of the soul,
Until one day,
I forget when that day is.
© 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑐𝑎
In the recesses of the heart,
A perpetual resonance echo,
Pulsating within me.
Agony imprisoned in simple gestures,
Trapped in this poem's lines,
A conversation without words,
As the reverie slowly fades.
One day,
One word at a time,
Discarding in front of the mirror,
Scripting the chronicles of life.
One day,
As the seconds of time fall,
I accept without complaint,
Amidst these verses of poetry.
One day,
Amidst a myriad of memories,
I gaze at the fragrance of light,
Though dreams are no longer known.
One day,
I will not let go alone,
I will not let it slip away,
Erasing the traces of doubt.
One day,
The desire to see happiness
Unseen, I believe it exists,
Unfelt, I believe it is happiness.
Before Ephemeral sweeps away,
Weaving ink into paper flowers,
Rippling the waves of the soul,
Until one day,
I forget when that day is.
© 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑐𝑎
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