Nov 6, 2025
#poetry
Emptiness Within
The house is frigid. The warmth has dissipated. The laughter of children has vanished. The giggles, ponytails and pink dresses are a distant memory as quietness befalls on the moon’s shadow.
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The sun rises yet darkness overpowers. The laughter and smiles are reminiscent of times past. Dawn calls, yet darkness prevails.
New day persists and laughter is heard in the distance.
