Heartfolk
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Loved Ones

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A warmth that settles in the chest, — a beacon in the deepest night.

A warmth that settles in the chest,
a beacon in the deepest night.
The smile that chases shadows away,
the voice that soothes a restless soul.
They are the anchors, holding fast,
when tempests rage and fortunes shift.
The gentle touch that mends a wound,
the laughter that fills empty spaces.
They are the colors in our monochrome,
the music in our silent moments,
the steady heartbeat beside our own.
A tapestry of shared moments,
each thread a memory, precious, bright,
a testament to a love that endures,
even when seasons change and years depart.

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