The Garden of my soul
<p>In the garden of my soul, once bloomed a vibrant rose,<br />
Its petals kissed by sunshine, its fragrance filled with prose.<br />
But shadows crept like thieves, sneaking through the night,<br />
They stole the hues of beauty, and robbed the rose of light.</p>
<p>Each petal, like a memory, was plucked away in haste,<br />
Leaving behind an emptiness, a void that can't be traced.<br />
And like a puzzle missing pieces, my essence torn apart,<br />
I wandered through the labyrinth, searching for my heart.</p>
<p>In the attic of my mind, cobwebs veiled the past,<br />
A tapestry unraveling, a spell that couldn't last.<br />
The portraits on the walls, once vivid, now seemed pale,<br />
Their stories fading whispers, a forgotten fairy tale.</p>
<p>Through misty halls, I roamed, seeking the hidden key,<br />
To unlock the door of self, to set my spirit free.<br />
In the reflection of a pond, I glimpsed a fleeting face,<br />
But it wavered like a mirage, lost in time and space.</p>
<p>Yet deep within, a ember glowed, a spark that still remained,<br />
A core of strength and courage, a fire that sustained.<br />
I gathered fragments of myself, like stars in darkened skies,<br />
Assembling constellations from the tears within my eyes.</p>
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