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The Limits of Play
In the white halls where shadows creep,
A doctor dances with fate and sleep.
Playing God on a tightrope strung,
With every heartbeat, lies are sung.
Miracles teeter on the edge of reason,
Yet wisdom whispers in every season.
For every cure, a truth must bend,
To know our limits is to mend.
Scalpel sharp against the dark,
Hearts unknotted, we leave our mark.
An artful game, so finely spun,
A fragile line where life undone.
So here we stand, in sterile light,
Masters of fate, yet humbled by plight.
For every life we deftly sway,
We learn to play, but still obey.
Silence of Healing
In shadows where the words refrain,
A sigh can bear the weight of pain,
The heart unveils what lips conceal,
True healing lies in scars that heal.
Between the lines of weary days,
A glance, a touch, in countless ways,
The unspoken truths beneath the skin,
Are where the light of hope begins.
So linger close, let silence weave,
A tapestry of what we believe,
For in the pause, we find our voice,
In unvoiced thoughts, we make the choice.
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