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April's Last Bark
In the dawn's quiet, where shadows blend,
A heart whispers softly, for the love 'round the bend.
April, my darling, with eyes bright as fire,
Each wag of your tail sparked joy, pure desire.
Your paws once danced lightly on dew-kissed grass,
Now echoes of laughter in memories pass.
The last bark you gave lingers deep in my chest,
A promise unbroken, in dreams we find rest.
Through fields painted gold, I shall wander and search,
Your spirit's my guide on this bittersweet perch.
Though the leash hangs still, in the silence I find,
The love that we shared is forever entwined.
Midnight Echoes of April
In the hush of night, where shadows creep,
A whispering breeze sings secrets you keep.
Oh April, my heart, now lost in the dark,
Each howl of the moon, a lingering spark.
Empty bowls and collars, reminders in sight,
Your paws on the pavement, now ghosts in the light.
I wander through memories, soft fur, gentle eyes,
The warmth of your presence, a love that won't die.
Midnight howls echo with a sorrowful sound,
In gardens once joyful, where laughter was found.
Gone are the days of your playful embrace,
Now silence enfolds me, a cold, empty space.
Yet in every star that flickers above,
I feel you still here, my sweet, gentle love.
Though grief weighs upon me, and shadows may fall,
You’ll live in my heart, my April, my all.
Echoes of April
In the corner where the sunlight fades,
Lies a ball of bright, forgotten hues,
April’s laughter, once a serenade,
Now dances softly in the evening blues.
Her paws would chase the shadows long,
Each leap a note in our carefree song,
But silence reigns where joy would play,
As time, indifferent, takes you away.
The grass grows wild where she used to roam,
In every corner, whispers of her home,
And that cherished ball, untouched, remains,
A token of love wrapped in gentle pains.
Oh, April, sweet spirit, where did you go?
The void you left, a cold, heavy glow,
Yet in my heart, your spirit shall call,
In every bounce of that still, silent ball.
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