
20/08/2025
The more I hear, the more I crave the quiet. Whispers still find a way to travel, and old wounds always seep through the cracks. This poem explores the weight of storms, the ache of forgiveness, and the vow to protect the next generation from tasting the same bitterness. It is both mystery and confession, written in fragments of silence, shadow, and resolve.
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