Untold I don't remember being born, But laughter's echo, sun-kissed morn, These are the threads that bind me fast, To life unfolding, here and now, at last. Though origins may stay obscure, Love's gentle touch, a heart secure, These paint the canvas, bright and bold, A story written, yet untold.
A Whispered Truth In whispered breaths, beneath the sun, Life's tapestry, intricately spun. Threads of joy, in vibrant hues, Tangled with sorrows, morning dews. Untold truths in laughter's chime, Fleeting moments, lost to time. The heart's a compass, ever seeking, Purpose found, or blindly speaking. Death, a curtain, dark and vast, A silent question, ever cast. Does it hold an endless sleep, Or memories, fathoms deep? Perhaps a bridge, to worlds unknown, A seed of life, forever sown. The cycle spins, a mystery, A whispered truth, for you and me. We chase the light, with every breath, Embrace the dark, where shadows rest. For life and death, in graceful sway, Are parts of a grander play.
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