QUIET NIGHT

In the quiet of the night, shadows linger,

Whispers of sorrow, a melancholy singer.

Tears that fall like silent rain,

Echoing the heart's deep-seated pain.

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A symphony of solitude, a soul's lament,

Lost in the echoes of time misspent.

The moon weeps, a solitary tear,

Reflecting the ache that lingers near.

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Embraced by darkness, a heavy shroud,

A heart entangled in a tear-stained cloud.

Fragments of dreams, shattered and scattered,

In the vast expanse of emotions, tattered.

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The pen dances on paper, expressing woe,

Words like wounds that continue to grow.

A palette of blues, painted in despair,

A masterpiece of sadness, beyond repair.

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Yet, within the verses, a cathartic release,

A gentle letting go, a fleeting peace.

For in the depths of sadness, a resilience found,

A strength emerging from sorrows profound.

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So let the poetry weep, let the ink bleed,

A therapeutic rhythm for the heart in need.

In the tapestry of emotions, both dark and light,

Sad poetry whispers, in the stillness of the night.