Decayed
Once vibrant and alive, hope danced in our eyes,
But now, a flickering ember, slowly it dies.
Time's cruel touch, it weaves its bitter thread,
Unraveling love, leaving hearts heavy with dread.
The promises once made, like whispers in the wind,
Now fade away, like echoes that rescind.
Love, once a flame that burned with fiery passion,
Now flickers weakly, consumed by life's ration.
Age, with its relentless grip, takes its toll,
Lines etched upon faces; stories yet untold.
Youth's vigor wanes, as strength starts to fade,
Leaving behind a yearning for time's escapade.
Once vibrant and alive, hope danced in our hearts,
But now, a wilted flower, it slowly departs.
Dreams once held dear, like fragile petals fall,
Withered by the weight of age's relentless call.
Amidst all the decay, a glimmer still remains,
A spark of resilience, refusing to be chained.
For even in the twilight, hope can still arise,
Love can find solace; age can bring surprise.
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