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Echoes of the heart

In the silent depths of night, Where shadows softly creep, I felt a stirring deep inside, A pain that made me weep.A heart once filled with vibrant life, Now echoes in the dark, A quiet sigh, a soft lament, A slowly fading spark.Tears of sorrow, silent fall, As memories drift away, A void where once a heartbeat thrived, Now silent, cold, and gray.In the stillness, a quiet ache, A chasm deep and wide, Where love and joy and dreams once lived, Now only echoes bide.Yet from the darkest depths of night, A spark of hope appears, For hearts that break can mend again, Through time and through the tears.From sorrow's ashes, strength will rise, With wings of burning fire, A heart reborn, anew it beats, With dreams that won't expire.

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Bernadete van d...

You are right, hearts that break can mend again. Stunning writhing, Chepe! One of yours best (I’ve been reading).
Greetings from Bernadete. 

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Chepe Strada

Greetings  Bernadete I appreciate your support  thank you so much

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The fish of the sea

I'm intrigued by this work. Very passionately written and something many can resonate with. I'm gonna have a look at your other works for a bit now~ You have been warned!!

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