Poetry by Rene Joile 2024
In the hush of night, she wept alone,
Her heart aching, her spirit flown,
Once intertwined, their souls in dance,
Now shattered dreams, a fleeting chance.
Through whispers lost in silent air,
She mourns the love no longer there,
Memories like shadows cast,
Fading fast, the echoes past.
With every tear, a melody,
A mournful tune of what could be,
In every breath, a whispered sigh,
A lament for love's sweet goodbye.
Yet in the depths, a flicker bright,
A hope reborn, a guiding light,
For in her sorrow, she finds her song,
A symphony of strength, though love has gone.
So let the winds of time erase,
The pain of loss, the empty space,
For in her heart, a melody so true,
She finds the strength to start anew.
As dawn breaks, she rises tall,
Embracing fate, she stands enthralled,
For in her veins, courage anew,
A phoenix rising, from ashes, true.
~ Rene Joile 2024
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