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Joel Varra Poem
In the hollowed depths where shadows weep,
Your love is the silence where my secrets sleep.
A river that winds through the caverns of time,
It carries my heart, a melody sublime.
You are the whisper in the wind's embrace,
The unseen thread that stitches my grace.
In the furnace of sorrow, you are my flame,
A solace that burns, yet cannot be named.
Through labyrinths dark, where hope seems torn,
You are the light by which I was reborn.
In your presence, my soul finds its core.
Copyright © Joel Varra | Year Posted 2025
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Joel Varra Poem
The world was gray, a lonely ,dark space,
Where joy had fled, leaving no joyful trace.
They called me kind, a heart of purest gold,
But kindness, it seemed, had grown strangely cold.
They'd praise my soul, then turn and walk away,
Ignoring me, day after endless day.
I yearned for solace, a hand to hold so tight,
But found only shadows in the fading light.
Now, in your embrace, I find release at last,
My one last hope, my love will forever last.
Copyright © Joel Varra | Year Posted 2025
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Joel Varra Poem
You are the sun that lights my weary skies,
Yet drift away as twilight claims the day.
Though shadows whisper, weaving fragile lies,
I’ll burn, a lantern, guiding you your way.
Should time erase my name from where you dwell,
My soul will hum your song, unchanged, aflame.
For even in the silence, love will tell,
I’ll wait, a timeless echo, soft but brave.
Copyright © Joel Varra | Year Posted 2025
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