A flicker bright, a whispered shade, Where shadows move and dreams are made. Wild and tender, fierce yet kind, A fleeting trace within the mind. Dust settles on the silent past, I climb each dawn, alone at last. Paths unknown stretch far and wide, Still seeking where our hearts once lied. I reach for light against the stone, Yearning to find my way back home.
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