Chapter 1
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It was a Sunday night; the rain still knew my name. 🌧️
The window held the echoes no silence ever claimed.
Each raindrop kissed the broken glass, then softly slipped away, 💧
Like memories that leave the heart but never truly stray.
She learned the art of living where healing feared to stay.
The world kept counting all her flaws while stealing dreams away.
She stitched her smile with quiet threads no stranger ever knew, 🧵
Yet every thread concealed a wound the daylight never viewed.
Each dawn demanded someone new, more gentle than her own. 🌅
She buried wishes grain by grain where silent seeds were sown. 🌱
She poured herself into every cup until the cup ran dry. ☕
The stars admired how bright she burned but never asked her why. ⭐
She left one home with folded prayers and entered one unknown. 🤲
She carried love in empty hands and called the burden home.
She lit a thousand waiting hearts like candles in the rain. 🕯️
Yet every borrowed spark of light returned to her as pain. 💔
Then came the night, not clothed in dark but dressed in hidden flame. 🔥
No smoke arose, no ashes fell, yet everything had changed.😢
amazing poem ...
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this poem truly explain the one’s feeling who is silently struggling to find a smal spark of light in her/his dark life....