A Symphony of Joy
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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.
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.
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