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Beneath a sky of ashen hue, where sunlight dares not wander through,
The world lies hushed, a hollow shell, where once a vibrant spirit fell.
The trees stand bare, their branches weep, their roots entwined in sorrow deep,
A wind lamenting through the leaves, a song no heart can now reprieve.
The river runs with muted cries, reflecting grief in muted skies,
Its waters cold, its current slow, a mirror to the pain below.
The echoes of a laughter gone, a fleeting warmth that lingered on,
Now swallowed by the endless gray, a memory too frail to stay.
Each step I take, the earth feels thin, a fragile crust to hold within,
The weight of all I’ve lost to time, a silent toll, a steep decline.
And in the distance, shadows blend, a tale of love that had to end,
Forever carved in quiet stone, a soul left wandering, alone.
