By Jibi Annie Jacob
In shadows cast by memories, I tread,
Whispers of the past and present wed,
A tapestry of loss and fleeƟng Ɵme,
Each moment's breath, a silent, sacred rhyme.
Grief, a ghost that lingers in the night,
Unveiling the fragile threads of morning light,
In sorrow's depth, the truth begins to bloom,
Life's brevity, a rose within the gloom.
Through tears, I see the world with clearer eyes,
Each heartbeat a reminder: nothing dies.
By Jibi Annie Jacob
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