Shadow writer

Love and Hate in a Breath

Inhale, the sweetness of love takes its form,
A calming embrace, a shelter in storm.
Its whispers are soft, like a song in the trees,
A balm to the soul, a warm summer breeze.

Exhale, and hate rises, sharp as a blade,
A shadow that lurks in the choices we've made.
Its fire consumes, its hunger untamed,
A storm in the heart, a fury unclaimed.

Yet, between the two lies a fragile divide,
A line often crossed where opposites bide.
For love can grow thorns when wounded by pain,
And hate can dissolve when love dares remain.

Inhale, the longing, the passion, the ache,
Exhale, the anger, the vows we forsake.
A cycle unending, they live side by side,
Love and hate breathing, both can't be denied.

Perhaps they are twins, both bitter and sweet,
Two sides of one coin, where fire and ice meet.
For in one single breath, we carry them whole—
The war of the heart, the soul's greatest toll.

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Bottled Love

I found it one summer, adrift by the shore,
A bottle of secrets, sealed evermore.
Its glass was worn smooth by the whispering tides,
A vessel of longing, where love softly hides.

The cork was a guardian, firm in its hold,
Protecting the message it silently told.
With trembling fingers, I lifted it free,
Unveiling a story that beckoned to me.

The parchment was fragile, yet vibrant with care,
Each word a confession, suspended in air.
"I love you," it started, in ink softly bled,
A heart laid to paper, the unsaid now said.

It spoke of a meeting beneath twilight skies,
Of laughter and promises, tear-stained goodbyes.
Of oceans dividing what hearts could not sever,
And vows to remember, forever and ever.

But time is a thief, and fate is unkind,
The sender still waiting, with hope intertwined.
The sea claimed the message, its journey unplanned,
To land in the grip of a stranger's own hand.

I placed the note back, and sealed it with care,
A love not my own, yet too precious to share.
I cast it once more to the vast, endless blue,
For bottled love belongs to the hearts it is due.
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The Last Life

Beneath the weight of skies so gray,
A soul prepares to drift away.
No dawn awaits, no breaking morn,
The echoes fade, the threads are worn.

Once, the world was vibrant, wide,
Each step a journey, untied, untied.
But now the road grows faint, unclear,
The final chapter drawing near.

A life once brimming, love and pain,
Through storms, through sun, through joy, through rain.
Each breath a story, each scar a song,
The moments brief, yet lasting long.

In shadows deep, where silence hums,
The heartbeat slows, the ending comes.
Yet in the dark, a light persists,
A flame of all that life insists.

For though this thread may find its close,
The seed it sowed, the wind it chose,
Will whisper soft in hearts and streams,
Living on in love, in dreams.

The last life ends, a circle spun,
But nothing's lost, all threads are one.
From ashes rise the future’s birth,
The last life's breath renews the earth.

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# # # **"Life and Loss in a Single Breath"**

On the day joy was meant to bloom,
A shadow crept into the room.
Cries of life filled the sterile air,
Yet silence echoed his empty chair.

Her heart split into pieces two—
One for the life she just brought through,
The other lost in a void so vast,
A love now buried in the past.

The sun rose bright, its golden hue,
But grief descended, dark and true.
How cruel the threads of fate were spun,
To take him as they gave her son.

She clutched the child, her tethered star,
His tiny hands, her fragile spar.
Within his eyes, she caught a trace,
Of the love that time could not erase.

Through tears, she whispered soft and low,
"Your father’s love, you'll always know.
For though he’s gone, his soul remains,
In your laughter, your joy, your pains."

Her heart ached deep, yet somehow she knew,
Life had painted shades both bright and blue.
In her arms, a spark of him survives,
In her sorrow, hope quietly thrives.

A widow, a mother, a soul reborn,
Through joy and loss, her spirit worn.
But in her child, she’d find her way,
To weave new dreams from fractured clay. # # # **"Life and Loss in a Single Breath"**

On the day joy was meant to bloom,
A shadow crept into the room.
Cries of life filled the sterile air,
Yet silence echoed his empty chair.

Her heart split into pieces two—
One for the life she just brought through,
The other lost in a void so vast,
A love now buried in the past.

The sun rose bright, its golden hue,
But grief descended, dark and true.
How cruel the threads of fate were spun,
To take him as they gave her son.

She clutched the child, her tethered star,
His tiny hands, her fragile spar.
Within his eyes, she caught a trace,
Of the love that time could not erase.

Through tears, she whispered soft and low,
"Your father’s love, you'll always know.
For though he’s gone, his soul remains,
In your laughter, your joy, your pains."

Her heart ached deep, yet somehow she knew,
Life had painted shades both bright and blue.
In her arms, a spark of him survives,
In her sorrow, hope quietly thrives.

A widow, a mother, a soul reborn,
Through joy and loss, her spirit worn.
But in her child, she’d find her way,
To weave new dreams from fractured clay.