In the quiet of a night’s embrace,
Where shadows weave their tender trace,
A heart lies still, in fractured art,
The echoes of a shattered start.

Each piece once bright, now worn and gray,
A puzzle scattered, lost in fray,
Yet in the silence, soft and deep,
New hope begins, as old wounds sleep.

The cracks, though wide, hold stories told,
Of love once warm, now gently cold.
Yet time, the healer, comes to mend,
With patience like a faithful friend.

Through tender care and gentle hands,
New strength is found in shifting sands.
Each day a stitch, each breath a thread,
Woven close where fears have fled.

In the dawn's new, golden light,
The heart finds solace, clear and bright.
For even in the deepest ache,
A chance for joy, for hope, we make.

And as the broken pieces blend,
A stronger heart will rise, amend.
So let the healing journey start,
And mend anew a fragile heart.
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