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Flicker of Hope
In shadows cast by evening's shroud,
Hope flickers like a distant star,
A whisper in the night, not loud,
Yet guiding through the dark by far.
As footsteps march to silence deep,
With echoes of the past, we tread,
A promise held in heart's soft keep,
Resilience blooms where once was dread.
Each breath a note, a sacred song,
A thread that binds our fate to light,
Though weary souls may wander long,
Hope lives, a spark in endless night.
Whispers of Stone
Fingers trace names etched in stone,
In silence, memories softly moan.
Each chiseled letter, a tale once told,
Of lives entwined, both brave and bold.
March to the grave, where shadows blend,
In hallowed rest, our sorrows mend.
The winds of time whisper through the trees,
As we honor those who drift like leaves.
Etched in granite, their stories remain,
A dance of the past, with joy and pain.
In solemn reverence, we bow our heads,
For all who walked before, and those now fled.
March of the Elders
In the chill of March, where shadows creep,
Time’s elders walk, their burdens deep.
With heavy hearts and weary souls,
They tread the path where silence tolls.
Each step a whisper of tales long past,
Of love and loss, of shadows cast.
The echoes linger, soft yet stark,
As they approach the waiting dark.
Fingers tremble, like branches bare,
Once held bright dreams now turn to air.
Yet in their stride, a grace persists,
For they’ve known both the ache and bliss.
So let them march, with heads held high,
To the grave where memories lie.
For every heart that breaks in time,
Is stitched together with threads of rhyme.
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