In the silence, where introspection weaves,
Closing my eyes, her memory conceives.
A nuanced dance of echoes, refined and deep,
Her presence persists, in thoughts I keep.
Striving to forget, like leaves in the fall,
Yet, her essence lingers, an unyielding call.
Behind closed lids, a retrospective view,
Her silhouette imprinted, steady and true.
In the corridors of thought, a tapestry spun,
A vow to move on, yet not easily done.
Her laughter resonates, a subtle refrain,
In the recesses of my mind, it sustains.
I sketch new horizons on the canvas of the day,
Yet, her silhouette in thoughts finds its way.
Closing my eyes, confronting the truth,
In the quiet moments, memories unclothe.
A mature paradox unfolds in the pursuit to let go,
Her lingering presence, a subtle shadow.
Yet, in the echoes, there lies a subtle grace,
I find strength in the remnants of her embrace.
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Tales of a Heart
PoetryA heart is such an organ which not only pump blood it's an organ which takes u up on difficult situations
