Bot GPT 4-o mini In the quiet dusk where shadows creep,
I linger long where memories seep,
Through whispered winds and fading light,
I search for what was lost from sight.
A token once filled with laughter's gain,
Now draped in silence, heavy with pain,
The echoes of joy, now a distant song,
A melody sweet, but all gone wrong.
I wandered through the corridors of time,
Tracing the edges of yesterday's rhyme,
Each corner turned, each path retraced,
Yet all I found was an empty space.
A photograph worn, its colors pale,
The stories it told now seem to fail,
Each smile a ghost, a fleeting trace,
Laughter now locked in a hidden place.
I gather the fragments, the shards of light,
To weave a patchwork of wrong and right,
But no thread can mend what fate has torn,
The fire of hope now flickers, worn.
For losing is part of this fragile dance,
A bittersweet waltz, a fleeting chance,
To cherish the fleeting, the love we once knew,
To let go of burdens while starting anew.
So I’ll hold the echoes, both tender and wild,
Embrace the heartache, still tenderly mild.
For in loss, there's a lesson, a shape that we find,
A deeper connection, a reminder entwined.
In the heart of what’s missing, we find what remains,
The beauty in loss, the freedom in pains.
Like leaves in the autumn, they fall to the ground,
To make way for spring, where new life is found.
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