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Slowly and gently, it's fading away,
Like a rose that bloomed with strength and optimism's sway.
I laughed and claimed it, not knowing it was just a dream,
One of my darkest,
They say dreams come true, but at this point, I'll hold a knife against it , though it's a thousand to one,
Days passing by, awaiting my reply, but it was never going to happen
Now I'm like a sunflower, awaiting the sun's brightness,
Which brings smiles and laughter on their faces
But I wish it would be the end
Because going back to it, it's a hell full of pessimism
Everything comes to pass nothing is permanent
It was four in the morning
We were watching edits
Laying with your head
In my lap the best
Of friends I knew
It wouldn’t last
It couldn’t last
Dice hit the table
What are the odds
It might work out
The silence came slowly
I didn’t even notice
But then
Turn around and you’ll see
Curled up on the bathroom tile
Head in your hands
Tears are not always visible
Look up
Written on the ceiling
How long until it all
Burns down
Which of your truths
Are false
I’ll never know
As the seasons turn, a story's spun,
Blooming flowers bring renewal and growth within.
Hope and promise in every bloom unfold,
New beginnings in vibrant rooms to behold.

Long days and vacations intertwine souls,
In harmony, hearts beat with gentle goals.
A cozy atmosphere, leaves changing hues,
Soil's richness yields a harvest of sweet Muse.

Shorter days, snow and frost descend,
A time for indoor pursuits that warm and mend.
Snuggling by the fire, warmth abides,
A season of reflection, love, and gentle tides.
Break free from anxiety
A branch of depression
Chase away the traces of sadness
A street of stress
Run wild from pessimism
The veil covering the heart
Attain the steps of contentment
The sedative of peace
Get your hands clean
Do not despair
And never lose hope
Because after every hardship
Comes ease
And after night comes Day
By the road, it's found,
Neither stolen nor spoilt,
Young and fresh,
Green and strong.
Peace at sight,
A smile on every face.
Passing by, the air blooms,
I wonder, one heart opened,
Was it a nap or stolen peace?
Which one is truly chosen?
Having a peaceful state of mind

— The End —