Day 34: 19 January 2024
50 poems a dayIn the silence of the night's embrace,
Our interactions fewer, a delicate space.
Your words echoed a somber tune,
In your sadness, I wished to swoon.
Not the cause, but still I yearn,
To be the solace for which you turn.
In dreams, find peace, my heart implores,
A listening ear, as your sorrow restores.
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