A heavy cloak I wear, Woven from threads of pain. Each breath a whispered prayer, A constant, gentle rain. The world spins on, it seems, But mine stands still and gray. Lost in forgotten dreams, Wishing you'd stayed one more day. The silence screams your name, A void where laughter bloomed. An unextinguished flame, In this heart, now entombed. I search for you in sunlit skies, In every falling leaf. My spirit cries, Lost in this sea of grief.
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A heavy cloak I wear, Woven…
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A heavy cloak I wear, — Woven from threads of pain.
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