En Perpetua
A desolate realm where shadows creep,
Voices murmur secrets that the silence keeps.
Fragments of a world once vibrant and bright,
Now drift like lost dreams in the fading light.
April stirs the echoes of a life unspent,
Yet the heart feels heavy, the spirit bent.
Memory’s ghosts wander through barren plains,
Weaving tales of joy intertwined with pain.
Drowned cities whisper of laughter and loss,
In the ruins of hope, we bear our cross.
The rivers run dry, the flowers refuse to bloom,
As we search for solace amid the encroaching gloom.
Allusions of love, of passion, of grace,
Scattered like ashes in an empty space.
The voices of poets, the songs of the wise,
Fall silent, like stars swallowed by the skies.
Yet in this wasteland, where despair takes root,
A flicker of longing, a search for the truth.
For amidst the decay, the heart beats anew,
In the depths of the darkness, a spark breaks through.
So let us wander through this fractured land,
With open hearts and trembling hands.
In the silence and stillness, a promise we find,
That even in shadows, we can seek and be kind.
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