In the quiet of the night, whispers weave,
Through cracks in time where shadows cleave,
A fractured tale of forgotten dreams,
Where echoes dance in moonlit streams.
Each fissure tells a story untold,
Of hearts once warm, now turned to cold,
In fractured verses, memories reside,
Where pain and beauty intertwine, collide.
But from each crack, a light may shine,
A spark of hope, a tender sign,
That in the broken, beauty's found,
In whispered words, love's sweet sound.
So embrace the cracks, let stories flow,
For in each fracture, a tale to tell,
Of resilience, of life's magic spell.
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Isra
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