Swirling smoke in spiraled embrace,
Time's riddle leaves no trace.
Night, in disguise, a tireless spree,
Restless thoughts in silent plea.
Muted lips, by duty bound,
Seek lost joys yet unfound.
Dew-kissed leaves, brittle and torn,
Revive the echoes of days forlorn.
Scorching sun and beads of sweat,
Salted burdens, deep regret.
Thorns of joy in reckless flight,
Pierce the heart with reckless might.
In moments of life's refrain,
Old wounds whisper to heal again.
Reaching out, desperate yet,
To mend the scars that linger unmet.
Through emotions, life unfolds,
Veiled thoughts in silence hold.
Amidst the rush of fleeting time,
Pure air sings a tune sublime.
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