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Whispers of Rest
Last words linger on the breath,
A tired poem, weary with death.
Ink stains blotted with every sigh,
Yearning for rest, where silence lies.
Each verse a shadow, faint and frail,
Cascading dreams, a waning trail.
In the quiet, the echoes blend,
A resting place where muses mend.
So let them sleep, these lines once bold,
In the cradle of night, their secrets untold.
For in stillness, their essence gleams,
Tired poems weave eternal dreams.
Whispers of a Dream
In the margins where shadows play,
Tired poems sigh and softly lay.
Ink drips like dreams from quills once bold,
As whispered tales of night unfold.
Between the lines, they gently creep,
Dancing in rhythms, secrets to keep.
Each stanza cradles a drowsy thought,
In the realm of slumber, they seek what’s sought.
So here I linger, a page left bare,
Dreaming in verses suspended in air.
For in the quiet of twilight’s chime,
Tired poems blossom, transcending time.
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