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Follow your heart
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The bullet flew twice, breaking the skies,
Its path unseen by blinded eyes.
A rival fell where silence reigned,
While shadows deepened, truth remained.
“You sought the stars, the fated lore,
Yet darkness claimed you evermore.
Through fields of rage, through endless pain,
You chased the heavens but found disdain.”
The bullet’s song, a mournful sound,
Its echoes haunt the hollowed ground.
A whisper crawls through bloodied air,
Who bears the blame? Who dares declare?
A single voice, a trembling cry,
“Yes, I – yes, I, and none but I.”
The bridges burn, the rivers dry,
Yet no redemption meets the eye.
What is the cost of justice’ name?
A fleeting truth, a lasting shame.
The Pegasus rides through storms of wrath,
But leaves no light along its path.
The bullet flew twice, and still it flies,
Through fractured hearts, through silent skies.
For truth may burn, or truth may heal,
Yet its wounds remain, forever real.
SHE SAT BY THE WINDOW
“Diary, … Grief has a voice that no one hears, yet its whispers linger in the depths of our eyes.”
She sat by the window, serene yet pained,
Her silken gown with moonlight stained.
A thread unraveled, caught mid-air,
As shadows wove through her auburn hair.
Her sapphire gaze, deep and wide,
Held secrets only stars confide.
A single tear refused to fall,
A silent sentinel through it all.
“Forgive me,” she whispered, soft and clear,
“To the winds that carry my lingering fear.
Forgive the sorrow I did not choose,
Forgive the hope I dared to lose.
For in the depths of night, I grieve,
A thousand truths I cannot weave.
I mourn not him, but dreams betrayed,
A fragile life that could not stay.
I sought his voice, his steady hand,
But he walks now in another land.
Was it my heart, too proud, too still,
That let the echoes break my will?
Oh heavens, vast, unyielding, cold,
Do you mock my tears with tales untold?
Do you scatter dreams like brittle glass,
Leaving splinters where love might pass?
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