Unseen Blossoms Unfulfilled Promises

Tears for the Unblossomed of Lost Potential

Photo by Ricardo Gomez Angel on Unsplash

Before the final moments,

remember the rise,

the waiting,

the blooming that never came.

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Feel the pulse of existence,

aching in the silence of being,

a tearful hum of what could have been.

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Miguel Santiago
Miguel Santiago

Written by Miguel Santiago

In the silent voices of my heart, I walk alone, where shadows weep and dreams lay shattered, like remnants of a storm long past.

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