In the margins of life, where silence speaks,
Comments linger, both strong and meek.
Words that weave like threads of fate,
Echoes of love and whispers of hate.
In ink-stained lines, emotions flow,
From praise that lifts to critique's sharp blow.
Each comment a brushstroke, bold or light,
Painting truths in black and white.
A chorus of voices, diverse and profound,
Shaping narratives, turning around.
From the gentle sigh of admiration's breath,
To the critique that challenges, confronting death.
In the realm where thoughts converge and meet,
They spark dialogue, they fuel debate,
In the symphony of voices, they resonate.
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Isra
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Comments (1)
So take this comment as a tribute to your poem 😁.