11-20-2023, 09:09 PM
Beach[ed]
A gloomy beach where secrets keep,
and shadows dance and whispers weep,
Rats scuttle across the sand, their eyes aglow,
As raindrops fall and tears don't show.
Each droplet tells a tale of sorrow and despair,
As black waves crash upon the shore, without a care.
The air hangs heavy, burdened with a somber weight,
Echoing the ache within the heart's tempestuous state.
The beach, a stage for souls lost in pain,
Their footprints erased by relentless rain—
Yet, amidst the darkness, a flickering light appears,
A beacon of hope, shattering the gloom and fears.
For even in the bleakest hour beauty finds its way
In the delicate waltz of nature's disarray.
The rats, they scamper, seeking solace in the night,
A reminder that even darkness can be light.
And so, upon this desolate shore, where sorrow thrives,
A symphony of contrasts, where sadness and hope connive.
Let the rain wash away the stains of our past,
Embracing the storm, until the shadows recede at last.
For in the depths of despair we discover our might,
And through the darkest nights, we find our inner light.
On this gloomy beach where love and loss reside,
We learn to embrace the darkness, and let our spirit meet the tide.
A gloomy beach where secrets keep,
and shadows dance and whispers weep,
Rats scuttle across the sand, their eyes aglow,
As raindrops fall and tears don't show.
Each droplet tells a tale of sorrow and despair,
As black waves crash upon the shore, without a care.
The air hangs heavy, burdened with a somber weight,
Echoing the ache within the heart's tempestuous state.
The beach, a stage for souls lost in pain,
Their footprints erased by relentless rain—
Yet, amidst the darkness, a flickering light appears,
A beacon of hope, shattering the gloom and fears.
For even in the bleakest hour beauty finds its way
In the delicate waltz of nature's disarray.
The rats, they scamper, seeking solace in the night,
A reminder that even darkness can be light.
And so, upon this desolate shore, where sorrow thrives,
A symphony of contrasts, where sadness and hope connive.
Let the rain wash away the stains of our past,
Embracing the storm, until the shadows recede at last.
For in the depths of despair we discover our might,
And through the darkest nights, we find our inner light.
On this gloomy beach where love and loss reside,
We learn to embrace the darkness, and let our spirit meet the tide.