Day 46: 31 January 2024
50 poems a dayIn the echoes of questions, silence profound,
Your friend sought answers, but none were found.
A tapestry woven with moments untold,
A story of us, mysteries unfold.
The canvas painted with hues so diverse,
Moments shared, both blessing and curse.
Yet, the chapters inscribed in my heart,
Private tales, I choose not to impart.
Each twist and turn, a personal trace,
Etched in time, a cherished embrace.
For in the quiet of my own soul's domain,
Those memories linger, undisturbed terrain.
I falter in words, for the past is a tome,
A collection of stories, our shared, private home.
In the book of us, pages hidden from view,
I keep these moments, a love that once grew.
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