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The Quill Poem
I was the shadow, and she was the light
I was nothing without her and everything with her
Where there is light, there is shadow,
where there is no light, there is no shadow.
When she was there, the best parts in me came out,
parts I never knew existed,
like petals unfolding in the dawn.
The light I never knew I needed so badly
It's like oxygen I breathe in it, I breathed in her scent.
And suddenly, the light was gone,
losing myself in the void,
a shadow fading into the dark,
leaving nothing but an echo in its wake,
never to be found again.
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The Quill Poem
The leaves are falling, murmuring truths to the wind
Creating a song of old whispers nestled in the fallen leaves
The wind, the keeper of secrets
Haunts the wanderers—me,
Tracing the silent path to change
Each turn of color an echo of what once was
And so, the leaves fall,
crushed under the weight of each passing step,
only to rise again,
as the seasons shift in an endless rhythm,
teaching me that change is woven
into each breath I take
Reminding me of faded memories,
That bloom like wildflowers between the cracks of now,
Bringing sweetness and sting in their scent,
They linger, weaving through the keeper of secrets,
Offering me hope of renewal in the amidst of change
Copyright © The quill | Year Posted 2024
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