Sadness - A Gentle Ache
The gray drifts in, soft as dawn’s first sigh,
A quiet ache that lingers on the air.
Empty streets stretch beneath a fading sky,
Whispers of loss hang heavy everywhere.
A song forgotten, notes of what was near,
Now lost in fog that blurs the mind’s clear eye.
The longing rests, a shadow held in fear,
For things unspoken, passed without goodbye.
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