Day 43: 28 January 2024
50 poems a dayIn shadows of remorse, your plea I hear,
A tale of love obscured by pride's veneer.
I'll lend a whisper to the wind's soft grace,
Guide solace to her heart in this sacred space.
No words shall breach the silence you implore,
Yet my presence will hover, her sorrows explore.
May healing whispers weave a gentle song,
As love's redemption seeks to right the wrong.
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