A Symphony of Joy
'Hideaway' by York, Boom Gate Gallery
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Poetry
In the quiet of my heart, I confess,
A burden of guilt, a silent distress.
I can't forgive the role I played,
For letting you go, for the choice I made.
Yet, in the whispers of the wind, I hear,
You've found joy, and that's so dear.
Your happiness, a melody so sweet,
It gives me peace, makes me complete.
I scanned your face, so soft, so fair,
For marks of our past, a sign you care.
Your lips, a work of art, so divine,
A memory's treasure, forever mine.
Mouth full of pearls, your laughter rings,
A symphony of joy, on angel's wings.
Though you're not mine, I find solace in this:
In your prosperity, I too find bliss.
Date Published
November 11, 2025
By Janali
Cold blows the wind tonight, sweetheart, cold are the drops of rain, cold are the four walls of my cell, so cold I shall remain.
ISSUE NO. 28
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By Nic
Alone in my cell, 3 metres long and 2 metres wide, the ceiling above, as low as the tide, the tide I’ll never see for so many years.
ISSUE NO.28
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